Sometimes, I’m not sure who I am even
If I’m not filling my time with work, I feel my worth slipping
If I’m not working to death, I feel my life’s meaning is lost
I crave devastation and it makes me feel useful
I crave acceptance which I know I won’t get
I crave belief from others to feel valued
Why do I put myself through this misery?
Why do I ask for validity?
Why do I want to fit in, when I can stand out?
Why do I want to be one among them, when I can be the one?
I may not have the best jokes, or the best anecdotes
But I have a heart that’s full of love and ready to give
I may not have the best stories to tell,
But I have experiences no one else has lived
I may not be the most outgoing of all,
But when I make a friend, I’m there with them through life
There is only one way to live
And it is to accept myself as who I am
There is only one thing to do
And it’s to be who I was meant to
But then I shut down
What if I am not good enough or I’m taken down
I need strength and belief
I can do it, I know I’m meant to be more than this
I can create and build what I miss
I just need to accept my flaws as feathers in my cap
I may feel broken, but I’m not..
I’m just built different and I’m stronger than I was
Deepa Manghnani 