Loosing Track of who You Are
Art, the art of love, the art of music, to sink your soul into.
The art of nature, the art of man-made construction.
Stories, books, poems.
These artistic things let out your emotions.
but chores, work impressing others, stress, parents pressuring you to push through life, they know whats best for you.
They know you, they said. You'll love it, they said.
Except we have choices.
We grow up being ourselves, we choose who we are,
even if we have to hide for a bit.
We- correction...! YOU.
You are, who you are.
You decide who YOU ARE!
No one else can be you, only you can be you.
Live your life to the fullest, and have fun doing it!
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2017
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