You see it everywhere. You read it here, and you here it there. You tell yourself you’ll never be that person. You tell yourself that you’re bigger than that. They say you don’t know what it is to be me, until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes. We judge by what we see. We judge be what we, ourselves, know. What we have been trough. But what I’ve past through is never the same as what you’ve past through. This is perspectives differ. What is right. What is not. We cannot judge each other. Enough is enough. But where do I draw the line. Places I’ve said I wouldn’t be able to see myself, those are the places I find myself. I keep changing my drawn line. I keep drawing it further and further away. When will this end. When will I decide that enough .. is enough.
- Yours truly.