EATING MY WORDS

Teeth and words- art by Luro

I looked around,

searching for a sign

anything at all, as a form of reassurance 

or reminders that would tell me 

that the world is kind

that, cruelty hasn't settled yet

that we are humans 

and are always there

for each other 

well, here I am, eating my words

though I hate doing so

If things could go back to how they were,

I wouldn't ask for anything more 

besides courage to be myself 

I would have been a different me

Maybe better, maybe worse 

I used to be right whenever I said

that forgiving people is important

no matter what they've done

they said I was wrong, always wrong 

but I was wronged by the wrong ones 

in my attempt to make everything right

and they never forgave me 

for who I was

my only fault was that, i wasn't like them

or, they weren't like me

None of us had to be like each other 

yet we were made to believe 

that we must be 

like someone else but ourselves 

their opinions mattered the most to them 

and to the world too

whereas mine fell on deaf ears

or categorized as "arguments" 

because nobody likes a rebel

among a bunch of followers

so I had to eat my words again

couldn't show the side of me 

that was so deprecating,

the side that would flout conventions 

to prove my point,

the side that wasn't afraid

of being called 'opinionated' 

the side that was brave enough 

to ignore the world's opinions