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.



Karol Xavier

Compulsive learner, foreigner, and explorer. A little bit of everything.