This is Me [not a poem, more of a release]

I won't brush the heartache off just because it's not inevitable to get over it, and I won't insist on feeling relieved when there's no window of opportunity for release. I won't hold back the anger just because there's no place to put it when it decides to burst, and I will not be vulnerable to the words, "I'll be there" in the hopes that somehow morality and petty phrases will sustain and fix what's undeniably broken. I will not hide from my mistakes, nor shadow myself in shame for the wrongs I have committed and refuse to live up to them just because you all cannot fathom 'why', or 'how'. And I will not be who you may or may not wish me to be to appease the social aspect of life and stereotypes. Because this is me. And whether acceptance chooses to accept me or throw me, by judgement, aside, I won't stand and watch myself deteriorate for the common benefit of others. And because this is me, there are no phrases of hope that you may instill within me, no moments of release to provide me with, and no sense of comfort for the enthralling feeling of loneliness that has crept upon me when there was refusal for belief of my pain. I will not change my dreams. I will not change my goals. I simply will not change.