Who am I?
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the best of them all?
Is it me or I or both?
Cause they see me and loath
They see someone I don’t know
Some stranger desperately grew,
In my body, waiting, alert to blow.
I am not what you see, I am like you.
Wake up, open your eyes wide.
It’s so weird to only see the good things in you, or shall I say never knew people would see you that bad. Like they are talking about a totally different person only care about self-love. A shallow selfish shameless bastard. A bastard if I saw in the street, I would Slap.
Who am I ?
But that Slap hurts like hell, cause that bastard is me. Don’t get me wrong, I am not downgrading myself, but I have good traits and bad ones and sometimes the bad ones just take over. And again and again comes the billion dollar question.
Why can’t you just stop doing it? You know you are wrong? You know you hurt people but here again you still doing it. On and on.
What made you a bad person?
Is that you? Or the environment or the people?
I believe humans can’t exist unless.
They interact, affect and be affected.
Live in societies.
In a way everything inside of us, every action we make, every act, opinion, word, emotion, and perspective we own…isn’t exactly ours.
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We are not saints. We are not forgiven by our mistakes. But tell me now how much control do we have if all our lives are based on other’s impacts on us? When all our visions and opinions, what we see right or wrong, what we love isn’t even our own? The way we think and make decisions, the way we see the world around us.
Are our parents to blame?
Even if I am a bad person? Do you think If I believe that every bad thing I make is a good one? Does that make my decisions and actions less bad?
EVEN IF ALL THE WORLD BELIEVE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE.
I am not a bad person.
But sometimes I am.
It only matters when you choose how can you see your actions.
Your perspective or others?
Stop being the Judge. You know nothing about me…