I am not my mistakes,
no matter how much they showed about me,
about my thoughts,
about my words,
about my actions,
goals.
I am labeled,
by them,
by you.
And I want to strive to be better.
Yet you do not give me a chance.
Not one at all.
If there will be one more good thing to do,
I will ignore you,
and go on my own way.
It's my life after all,
so you tell me everyday.
I will do this.
I will live my life the way I want it to,
with no boundaries,
and no apologies
about what I love.
Or who I love.
I will.