My life is not my own, I gave that to God.

My thoughts are not my own, I took them from people i admire.

My looks, good or bad, are not my own, society owns them.

My happyness is not my own, it belong to the person who caused it.

My talents are not my own, they are from the people that spent hours teaching them to me.


It seems in a world obsesed over power through possession, i am left with being my own queen over my own suffering, because in the end no one will take credit for what really matters.