Choice
How can I let go of you when you are the one I love the most? How can I let go when I have molded you into shape? How do I let you go when I believe in you, when I believe that this is what’s right? Because it hurts? Because you are not getting the recognition you deserve? I am exhausted. You’ve worn me out telling me everything about me is wrong and that it is not going to take me anywhere. I don’t want to be special to anyone anymore because I am enough for me, special enough to me. I grew up this way because I chose to and I have always been fighting your incessant pressure on me to change. You chose the rarest of virtues and decided to donn them with grace at a young age. That is why now when you look around there isn’t anyone like yourself. You ask what is wrong with you for being so different? Nothing. Everything is right where it is supposed to be, the only way it should be. Growing up you never witnessed much kindness so you chose to be kind. You saw how greed tore down