I always march to the beat of my own drum. I listen to my heart, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb. When people's opinions get in my way, I don't listen to what they say. I do what I want whenever I please, I'm not alive to make other's appeased. When they say no, I say yes. It's my choice to not impress. The secret to happiness is to not care. Sometimes my plans fall, but I chose to take a dare. It's my risks and it's my life. It's not their problem, not their knife. I refuse to be controlled like a puppet on strings. Over the years, I learned and grew my own wings. I'm my own person, my freedom I won't lose. I'm my own person, I have the right to choose.
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 30th, 2020 18:18
- Comment from author about the poem: It's inspired by how my family tries to influence me on what I should do.
- Category: Unclassified
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