Who Cares

It took me twenty seven years to finally realize that you can't care what people think,

Because at the end of the day, they will not be the ones to help you when your boat starts to sink.

The opinions of others is only going to tear you down,

And it's not like when you fall, anyone will be there to pick you up off of the ground.

I look back and see all of the time that I let go to waste,

And all because I was worried about what people thought and taking up too much space.

I look back and see how much further I could be,

If I let everyone else's beliefs go and just focused on being me.

In the past few weeks, I have had a serious wake up call,

Because I realized that no one is going to be there to catch me when I fall.

I am the only one who can make my dreams come true,

Because if you want things to change, then you have to start with you.

People may look at you like you are crazy,

This poem is about: 
Me

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