Your Words Do Not Define Me
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
But you're blind to her cry for help
Or are you?
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
I choose who who I want to be
Not my disease and my health
You'll see him in the fast lane
You'll see him with the crowd
You'll see that he has lots of fame
But you can't hear his thoughts of doubt
Or can you?
Are you blind or ignorant?
Are you needy or greedy?
Are you deaf or unconcerned?
Ask yourself if you care.
Are you the ugly in their thoughts?
Are you the sadness in their tone?
Are you the reason for their rot?
And the graving on their tombstone?
Are you the gun they used to take their life?
The pills to let them drown?
Are you the reason they gave up the fight?
And the body that they found?
Your words do not define me
But you let them define them
You told them what you saw
And that's what they became
Do you want my definition
Of how I see myself?
I was one of your "definitions"
In your millions that you've said.
You saw me with a cover
A mask, a disguise,
You saw what I chose to be
Not what I meant to hide
I am smart
I am kind
I am talented
I am strong
I am funny
I am loyal
I am happy
I am enough
So what are you? Would you let me know?
In the comments that are down below
This poem is to end on this note
But only if you choose to