Understand

 

Would you understand my situation, my choice?
How could I? I am not you nor your voice.

You want others to accept you as you are,
But have you even accepted yourself for who you are?

You say I’m like your mother,
Or sometimes, I act like your brother.
I may reflect the familiarity of those traits,
But I am not your mother—never will be.
I am my own person, just like you are.

When you can’t understand yourself,
Why impose your voice on me?
Then you say, “Oh, I can’t generalize, it isn’t right”—
So why should I dim my light?

You’re human, not a machine,
Yet you judged me—
That laughable, smoke-screen test,
When you can’t even talk maturely.

I am not a test paper, not a multiple-choice,
Where you say, “I fail” and you win,
Or “I won” and you fail.

Who is winning this? Tell me, who?
Because, in the end… does anyone?

"I liked you for who you were."
"Do the same as you did before."
"But I need someone who does more."

I was not a teenager, and neither was your mother,
And I am not the one who said, “You are just like me,”
Or wanted someone just like you.
It was all you.

I am not a constant; I am always evolving,
Just like you, in ways you wouldn’t even know.

Every time I tried to speak,
I was labelled with words I did not even know.

I don’t put variables on people,
Or rate them on God knows which scale.

I am alright with being misunderstood—
Because I don’t need you to understand me.