I’m a foreigner
In this country
In this world
–
I’m an alien to myself
Fitting into boxes that strangle me
Molding my self
Into the one
I’m supposed to be
–
I’m exhausted
Of expectations
Of trying to prove my worth
–
I’m ready to implode
And burst out
Of this shell created by others
I’m ready to become me
Who I’ve been always meant to be
–
Messy, loud, and confusing
Bright is my signature
I’ve found happiness within
I’m breaking rules
And overthrowing perceptions
I’m not who I was supposed to be
But merely me
*Originally written on July 2022.
