A Monologue on Truth and Perception
Tell me, why should I have to accept your version of who I am, when I’m not the person you describe in your head?
Tell me, why should I feel guilty for something you imagined, when your thoughts about me aren't even true?
Tell me, who are you to define me as you wish, then push others to believe your version, even though I'm nothing like it?
Is it because I’m so easy to read, or are you just so lost in your own delusion? You think you know everything about me. You think you see every part of me, inside and out. You believe you understand me so well that you can speak for my actions, my words, my heart, and my personality.
Who are you to do that?
I refuse to live my life worrying about what others might think. I want to do what I want. I won't let your words bring me down just because you point out my insecurities. I already know what they are; you don't need to highlight the obvious. My insecurities are not your weapon to use against me.
That's why I've decided to embrace every single one of them. They are a part of me. I didn't get to choose my body, my life, or my journey. I was born with them; it was all predestined. I am here on this earth not to satisfy you or to be accepted by you. No. The world doesn’t revolve around you.
I’ve come to a realization: I am not the one at fault here. You are.
You bring me down with your words just so you can feel better about yourself. I truly hope you find your own worth and learn to see the world as it is, not as you wish it to be. May Allah SWT ease everything for you.
(This is a monologue and not a reflection of anyone living or deceased. Do you agree with these sentiments?)
