Be yourself
Is what I hear people say
But who am I?
A stubborn kid,a vengeful person or a reasonable person,
Who am I to know
When I stepped into this eath I didn't come labeled as a murderer or a saint, I came undetermined
The how can people be so sure of whom I am, when I am just an uncertainty
So, all my life I have been chasing a mere expectation of what others want me to be.
When I set out to find myself,
I believed that uncertainty was a flaw
An imperfection I was scared of.
In the end,I realized there was no finding me,
I was more happy and free when I was uncertain about who I am.
If being me implies living up to a pretentious image straight out of the books
I am better off with my ambiguity
They say being certain is art, well I am no art
Just an uncertainty in certainty.
