in a roundabout way
its all about who we are,
whether we survive through this moment
and can still be true to ourselves,
whether we are content with our smiles,
whether our hearts agree.
'be true to yourselves'
is it really all that simple?
we all have our personal demons.
we all cry.
we all laugh.
we are and are not the same.
moment to moment changes us.
we live breath and love
in similar shaped containers,
yet the differences in each of us is astounding.
our depths reach beyond the surface,
only we know who we are.
who are you to judge us?
if it makes us feel whole,
if it hurts no one,
who are you to complain?
we are our own selves.
you may not judge our actions,
you can never read our souls,
and you can never know what we are thinking.
if we told you,
you would not understand.
we are us
and we could not be true to ourselves
if we let anyone change that.
only we can judge ourselves,
and right now we are contented.