Who am I?
I’m often disrespected and ridiculed for
who I am.
Is it just me? Or is it them?
Is this how they see me?
Is this me?
I can’t find the answer to the question, it
killed me, I wished to run away. And I
did so after years of torment, to the
mountains.
On a spiritual journey, I found the
answer. I found myself. I can be whoever
I want to be. Opinions and judgements
don’t define who I am.
The time had come. I found my purpose.
I am who I want to be.
