I see people, I see faces

Of people around me, and of people around the people around me

I see, I hear, I imagine their life

And all I see is that they know they’re living their life.

They know themselves,

They know they their own’s

They’re happy with who they are

And happy with whom they are.

I see their pride, their confidence

I see how much they take care of their selves

They’re them, all belonging to their own selves,

They show it to the world, and I am able to see that

It makes me sad, but maybe gives a hope, too

That I’m not living with myself, but someday I will

Maybe like them, I’ll be myself, and I’ll be happy with it

Maybe someday, I will too make peace with myself.


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