I Don’t Care To Explain

I don’t care to explain
who I am,
why I am the way I am,
what made me this unapologetic,
or when did I become so careless with speaking my mind.

I’m not perfect.
Never will be.
I’ll never be like you or be who you want me to be.
It just doesn’t work like that.

Explanations aren’t necessary anymore.
There comes a time in life
when you just don’t give a damn
about what anyone thinks.
And it’s actually better that way (for my mental health).

Simplify Your Life

Live a good life,
Hold your head high,
Fight the good fight
Things will get better with time
Always with time, hang in there
As you adopt a simpler lifestyle,
Purge your mind
Toss all the artificial flavors and toppings into the garbage
it’s dump

Effortless Day

I lit my entire existence on fire today,
cleansed my soul with a bit of laughter
It was an effortless day
I laughed and felt like a kid; it was fun,
Priceless and refreshing
I had to wipe that frown off my face today
I didn’t want to go another day
dragging the world on my shoulders
when it’s not even my cross to bear

Different Is Good

I’m great at being me
and you’re great at being you
That is what’s so special about me
and that is what’s so special about you.
There’s nothing wrong with me
and there’s nothing wrong with you.
I’m different in my own way
and so are you.

Beautiful Mess

A beautiful mess,
that is the sum of my life.
Everything is as it should be
Though most of the time,
it does not seem to be enough for my acquired taste…
On the real
I can’t complain,
I’ve got it better than most
Not to boast, no way,
I’m humbled

Boobytraped

Saying no
It is never easy but
understand that it’s OK
to say that dreaded word
That’s a lesson I’m still learning.

I’m always quick to say yes to everything
And then end up second-guessing
after caving in to the pressure
that comes with pleasing others
I do what I think is expected of me

At Unexpected Times

I hurt. I bled. I cry.
I feel sorry for myself,
and I don’t want to get up
sometimes I idle on my back
longer than necessary
BUT ultimately
I wipe my tears. I pick myself up,
dust off the dirt, clean up my wounds,
and continue on my life’s journey;
I cannot linger for too long.