i’m not like you

I won’t let myself be broken down,

shattered shards of a deconstructed self.

I won’t let myself break

under the weight

of worlds bearing down on my shoulders.

But I know one thing. I’m 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.

I’m not like you, this isn’t a game, but you play as if we’re puppets competing to win.

To win what?

I’ve learnt many things about myself,

how to stay true to myself,

how to ensure I don’t 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 I’m not playing a game,

but I certainly don’t 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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