I am neither a sacrilege nor a privilege
I may not be competent or excellent
But I am present.
My happiness is me
Not only because you may be temporary
But also because you want me to be me
What I am not.
I cannot be happy when I change
Merely to satisfy your selfishness
Nor can I feel content
When you criticize me for not thinking
Your thoughts for not seeing
Like you. You call me a rebel
Yet for each time I have rejected
Your beliefs, you have rebelled against mine.
I do not try to mold your mind
I know you are trying hard enough to be just you
And I cannot allow you tell me what to be
For I am concentrating on being me.
You said I was transparent
And easily forgotten
But why then did you try to us my lifetime
To prove to you yourself what you are?