"Tell the story of your life, and tell it well," they said.
Excuse me if I sound a little spiteful, but I'm not interested.
I could tell you about a boy who never got to be man
because his heart was so big, so soft, and so tender that it broke,
and no one took the time to put it back together again.
I could tell you the blame and guilt I still feel is no joke.
If you want to hear a story, I can tell you about my best friend,
who struggles with how to deal with eight siblings, a lack of money
and how to honor God until the end.
If you want to hear a story, I can tell you why that request is funny.
"Be original. Be relatable. Talk about what's important to you," they said.
I'd really rather not be told what to do, and my life passions aren't something I want commercially spread.
If you want originality, give this a deep think:
I'm well acquainted with a man who got a perfect ACT score.
He rides a motorcycle - even in the bitter snow; is lanky but has a burly beard.
He's now an engineer but once was an exterminator, coin collector, and pyrotechnics director.
None of that rhymed, and the flow is all wrong, I know. But I never said I was much for following the rules.
Relate-ability is what you want from me?
I did yoga for a month, then fell out of the habit and never did it again.
I love ice cream and chocolate, drink too much caffeine, and always watch movies.
Sometimes I cry without anyone knowing. And sometimes I laugh uncontrollably.
Feel like you've related to me? Fantastic. Now that I've met all the requirements, shut-up and listen to me.
People always tell me that it doesn't matter that I'm young,
But then they always comment with subliminal implications that my age is a hinderance.
People say they are loving and accepting and that I can come to them with anything,
But it never fails that they mention my issues to another or act like I'm just being dramatic.
People tend to put on this fantastic and admirable front when they're in public,
But then I get to know them behind closed doors and they're not the people I look up to anymore.
I could go on, but I won't, because now I'm prepared to make my point:
I no longer care at all for the rules of social life.
I'm going to do what's right - not what people want.
I will love with all my heart - not only when it's easy and not only in front of people.
I can not take the contradictions and the instructions and all the authority anymore.
I am my own person.
I am, and forever will be, to the absolute best of my ability, a person other people will look to for inspiration to write a poem for a scholarship contest someday.