A Monologue on Truth and Perception
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 ...