I grew up thinking that,
People couldn't make you feel anything,
It was all self inflicted,
All your train of thought,
And the way you saw it.
You can let it slide,
Like water off a ducks' back,
Or you can let it get to you,
Let it circle your mind,
Ruining your self-image.
But now I know that,
What people say, can hurt,
Not only emotionally,
But physically,
Especially when it's a loved one.
Someone close to me recently said,
That all I did was stay at home,
Sleep, and write poetry.
That's all my life really was,
Three things,
Three aspects of my personality,
And the only three.
Life isn't always going to be sunny,
There will be a few cloudy days,
A few storms that will eventually pass,
And a few barriers that need to be broken.
People can't make you feel something,
But they sure can influence it,
Not everyone would agree,
But isn't that what an opinion is?
I'm more than three things,
I am human,
I am important,
And so are you.
This is just something I wanted to share with the world, not necessarily poetry, simply reality.