I wonโt let myself be broken down,
shattered shards of a deconstructed self.
I wonโt let myself break
under the weight
of worlds bearing down on my shoulders.
But I know one thing. Iโm not like you.
You, who refuses to live in the present but picks at the scars of the past.
You, who would rather be a ghost and haunt those you lost.
Lost through resentment filled waves of bitterness, a scourge of misery and envy.
Iโm not like you, this isnโt a game, but you play as if weโre puppets competing to win.
To win what?
Iโve learnt many things about myself,
how to stay true to myself,
how to ensure I donโt break under the exhaustive weight of people wishing i would fail.
I smile.
Hug my family.
Laugh.
Drive.
Tell my friends how much I adore them.
Work hard as fuck.
Because Iโm not playing a game,
but I certainly donโt want to waste my life worrying and
breaking down because of the words you speak,
the vitriol you write.
–I work to be the best I can be.
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