Yourself, Your Mirror.

Nothing is sadder than watching all these people wearing masks.     Why? Why is it so hard to be yourself? Oh wait, I know! Because of the other half of the population that thinks they’re the judges of America’s Got Talent. Let me rephrase that; ‘Arabs Got Lagafa’.

I’ve been through so many phases as a teenager, and trust me, it’s not easy to find yourself.   I’ve gone through everything from Barbie to rainbow hair, and no, none of them are me. *Thank God*

Who are you?

No, you’re not the shoes you wear.

No, you’re not the car you drive.

You’re not the purse you show-off, or how many friends you have.

You’re not what your math grade is. You’re not what your report card says.

You’re something you never completely discover, untill you shed all the terms that relate to materialism from you.

You’re the love you have for your parents.

You’re the good you do for the sake of humanity.

You’re the song you listen to early in the morning, or late at night.

You’re the crazy with your friends.

You’re the smiles with loved ones.

You’re the respect you have for others.

You’re the deeds you have for yourself.

You’re the help you give to the needy.

You’re the inspiration you give to others.

You’re the blog you write.

You’re the Tweet you Tweet.

You’re the things you draw.

You’re the song you sing.

You’re the you when no one’s looking.

Life is, as we all know, limited.  It’s a little journey, then we’re all off to a world where time has no meaning. What you present to God at that time, is what’s gonna separate you from them.

Judgmental people, that unfortunately are everywhere, make it hard to live and have the freedom to express yourself.

They make life a hassle, and everything we do ends up being for their sake.

Oh, we don’t want them to think we’re too open-minded, don’t share your thoughts!

I can’t wear these shoes two days in a row, what would they think?

Nah, she sings way better than me, I shouldn’t embarrass myself.

Should I ask the teacher what she meant? Or will they think I’m stupid?

I like country music, but I’m gonna listen to his rock music so he doesn’t think I’m weird.

My car is embarrassing, I’ll call my friend to pick me up!

I look too fat in this dress, maybe I should skip this one.

Three words:

DO NOT CARE.

Who died and made them judge?

It’s agitating. The fact that some people see themselves above all, and better than all. Was it that their parents raised them that way? Was it society that taught them that it’s the only way to survive?

They forget that all mankind will eventually return to what we were created from… Mud.

Is it them you want to please? Aren’t you tired of that? There’s nothing they can offer you that you can’t offer yourself. If they won’t accept you as you are, you’re better off without them.

Trust me, you don’t wanna live your life being someone you’re not.

It’s not gonna ever make you feel better about yourself. You gotta love yourself to let others love you. You gonna believe in yourself so that people can believe you.

I’m hoping future generations realize this. Otherwise, they’ll keep thinking that having Gucci shoes, Prada bags, and Range Rovers are what makes them superior. & that, my friend, would be a pity.