more than myself.
the world tries to tell me what to do every day. it tells me who i’m supposed to be, what i’m supposed to look like, how i’m supposed to act. it tries to form me into the molds that others have created. it tries to grow my brain and shrink my soul. but every morning when i head out into the darkness, i prove it wrong. i don’t let it determine what i can and cannot do. i don’t let it tell me i don’t have the strength or the courage to be me. i don’t let it make me who it thinks i should be. i won’t 