The hardest thing in life, is trying to be me. There is a heaviness in trying to remain who I am in the midst of some. Is trying on my soul to be pushed, bullied, misunderstood, ignored, and grouped in with people who are not presenting what I stand for. Family can be the biggest critic. Disrespect is the culture of mine. I can be culprit of it all too. It entangles. I hate that the most. I don't want to be tangled. Just when I feel free, if only a bit, I am dragged under again into the bitter rage. The not-so-funny thing is, we all just want to feel love. To be loved in our own. To be ourselves.
I just long for a life where I can be left alone. I am drawn to those who are encouraging, strengthening, and challenge me. I want to be that too. I think I am, unless I am feeling dragged. Please don't drag me anymore.
