Per(Intro)spective

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Who am I?  
Who decides the answer to this question?  
Society?  
My kin?  
My friends?  
My colleagues?  
My boss?  
My acquaintances?  
Or...  
Is it just me?  

Though one knows the answer,  
Why strive to find it  
In others' eyes?  
Why choose to adorn—only to drown—  
In the colors  
The world chooses  
To associate with you?  


The world chooses  
Whatever suits its convenience,  
Whatever feeds its ego,  
Whatever portrays it in a good light—  
No matter what.  

Then why,  
Oh why?  

Why wear those robes  
They've so disdainfully reserved for you?  
You know the truth.  
You've always known.  

Since when did you start letting them 
Meddle with your thoughts,  
Mess with your head,  
Gaslight you into believing  
You're wrong—  
That you always are?  

Why not pause and listen  
To your conscience pleading,  
Begging you not to believe every word they utter,  
Every label they prefer?  
Because that's far from true.  

Life can be unfair at times—  
Yes.  
The world can be cruel too—  
But  
The choice to endure that unfairness or cruelty  
Is always yours, my dear!  

It can be hard—  
I know—  
To stand alone  
When the whole world  
Turns its back on you.  
But remember—  
It doesn't matter  
As long as you're right.  

And yes,  
It often gets a bit lonely  
Right at the top.  


But that...  
That is where you truly belong, my dear.  
Don't let them prove otherwise  
Or drag you down  
With their egos and insecurities,  
Weighing you down like an anchor.  


So—  
Next time,  
Before you choose whose perspective to believe,  
Pause.  
Introspect.  
That will suffice. 
You are enough.  
Just YOU.  



Always seek from within,  
For that's where the answers lie. 

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