If I Don't, Who Will?

December 07, 2024, The Mad Prophet Emilio

I contemplate the words I must write.
Because if I don’t, who will?

Which one will write my story?
Who will live my life for me?
Will it be I or the ones who are not me?

Will I be able to live the way I want to or will I cave into the pressures of society once more?
Who will write this?

Fragmented and isolated,
I decide to be myself.
Because if I am not myself, then
Who is me?
Sweat dripping down my forehead,
The one who is “me” grows tired.
“Who is this…?”
I grow tired of fighting it,
I give in.