I don’t need you to tell me who I am.
I know it sounds clichéd but I think you don’t completely understand
I don’t need you to tell me who I am.
I don’t need you to sell me these things that will make me
better, faster, stronger.
I don’t need you to ask me to be more beautiful, desired.
I don’t need you to explain to me what I feel.
I don’t need you to tell me how I behave.
I don’t need you to tell me I am dying
that life is short and youth is fleeting.
I don’t need you to see a mirror.
I don’t need to have a happy face.
I don’t need to treat my body like a temple
I don’t agree my mind is a toxic waste.
I don’t need your rejection or your faith.
I don’t need company
I don’t need a lonely day.
I don’t need a party, I surely don’t need a parade
I don’t need destruction, I don’t need a damn crusade.
I don’t need you to tell me who I am.
I don’t need your cultured taste.
(2017)
