Quiet in my convictions, I have compromised.
My limitations can't be rationalized, instead
I choose reflection in hopes of being a person
I can admire in my own mind.
I've never claimed perfection, I could list my
Fears and insecurities in ink sprawled
Chicken scratch upon a napkin,
But it wouldn't change anything.
Your perceptions of me, based in bias, can do
Nothing but fuel fires in the depths of my being
That if I chose, could set your whole world aflame.
But rather than projecting I have chosen to internalize
Hold in my cries and use reason to turn these feelings
Into determination instead of disdain.
I can not, will not EVER allow you to set up shop in my brain.
No one could know the person I aspire to be
Your scrutiny is naught but an annoyance to me
I've always prevailed despite adversity, ultimitely
I've come out of it stonger.
So keep spewing your judgements though I've done
Nothing to earn them.
They don't matter to me any longer.