I used to anticipate reactions,
Which turned me into a gentle observer,
Because I was afraid to rock the boat,
What if they didn’t agree?
I felt responsible for only offering
Universal truths I mean…
Who can argue with that?
I was scared to be labeled,
So I remained “mysterious”
Because that was easier than to navigate
Easier to mold than a defined label,
People misconstrue too often,
Myself not an exception,
And I was never confident
I’d have the opportunity to clarify,
Who asks for it anyway?
Who wants to be defensive?
But now, I realize that’s not living bravely
And I want to be beauty In mind and soul,
I want to be me,
Only then will my caged thoughts
Be free And somebody might love
That unseen part of me.