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).

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

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