How can I express myself with so many eyes upon me?
Can I ever be me?
Criticism is around every corner. Opinions thrown at me at random. I have nobody to impress. Let them say what they will.
I will not change myself for any one. Though I may evolve. I will not be bound by another’s expectations.
Picture a caterpillar climbing the tree of life. Exposed to all the dangers around him. He hides for a time within his cocoon to shield him. Till it is ready to venture out into this world. To fly high and be free. To transform into his true self.
What are these feelings I have inside? Is it love or the prospect of being able to be myself? To show my colors boldly. Never having to hide. Never having to lie.
This is who I am. Take it or leave it. What you see is what you get. All the genius. All the quirks. Full of love. Full of pain.
Once again I make a draft. I create a thought. Incomplete as it may be. I press the button to release it out into the universe. Let it be said. Sooner or later it will return to me.