Sometimes

Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m living for.

People I love, never love me like I need them to.

People are meant to radiate or drain ,*

But what if you are tired of radiating?

The purpose of your life is what you make of it.

But what if you cannot find that purpose?

People expect.

Everyone has expectations from me.

I wish,

Just for once.

People would stop expecting, and start accepting

Me,

As I am.

Or,

If they can’t,

I wish they would leave me alone;

Stop judging without understanding,

And just shut their big mouths.

And remember,

That I am not you.

I never was,

And I never will be.