They said, “Be yourself.
Be who you were meant to be.”
Sure, I’ll be myself,
But how can I be me?
How would I be myself
When I’m chased down by their murmurs?
How would I be myself
When being me was fined?
How would I be myself
When I don’t know who I am,
Or the confused looks in the mirror
That I’m faced with when I stand?
Sure, I’ll be myself,
But would you nurture that part of me?
Would you be compassionate enough
To let it grow free?
If being me
Is faced with all these consequences,
Would I still choose to be me?
Or should I just take the shorter path,
Where the “new me” would let me be?