I am an emotional being.
A controlled expression
is hard to feign
when a flaw of mine is mentioned.
The pressure that builds behind my eyes
After a recent incident,
drama, as some girls call it
with my very first apartment roommate,
I took a deep breath, a step back,
and looked at myself
as if through someone else's eyes.
in my apologies
for small mistakes,
that don't even matter
or affect another
even in the slightest.
I realized that I am above this,
and that my plans are so much more important,
and that I am going to go so much farther
than how far I would go
if I was constantly molding myself
to others' pleasures and desires.
So as of today and tomorrow
I am flawless.