I’m a content creator,
Not a content replicator,
But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in.
But when I grew up,
It turned up,
That people liked me more when I was different.
Sure I could sway to the beliefs of a world where it’s best to be unspoken,
But I’d rather live in a place where I can be who I am and not looked down upon for being absurd.
That’s why I stopped.
I didn’t stop listening to what people thought about me,
Because in the end do you really want to keep living and breathing without caring about your surroundings?
I stopped listening to the voice inside me that told me I wasn’t good enough.
The reminders I received when I looked in the mirror
Because what I saw then wasn’t me.
It was what I had become from trying to be like everyone else.
Slowly but surely I broke away.
Broke from the norms of society.
Broke away from the people who liked me when I wasn’t truly me.
I stopped making my poems rhyme even though everyone else’s did.
I found out that the person trying to escape was so much more than someone I thought I would strive to be.
I looked myself in the eye and refused to be someone I wasn’t.
And then I met the beautiful person I actually was.