I am neither sacrilege nor a privilege
I may not be a 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
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 to 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 use my lifetime
to prove to yourself what you are?