Your Standards Or My Standards?

Not that I cared what anyone said, but I just felt it was necessary to meet up the standards.

But then again I thought to myself, were these standards really for me? Are these my kind of things? This was different from feeling among, it was just the expected thing to do. It was something “everyone” did…what was the big deal?

I then noticed that although those were the standards, these standards weren’t mine. I am different, and I guess it’s okay to be right?

I like my quiet space; I like to wear big clothes and crocs. I like to leave my natural hair, and I might like some makeup on.

I think I enjoy some parties, but not because that is the standard but because it is what I like,

I don’t want to live by standards, rather, I want to do things because I enjoy them,

I don’t want my life patterned according to standards.

I’m always judged because of the criteria I choose for myself, selected by myself

I couldn’t keep up with the world's standards

No matter how hard I try, I don’t fit into those clothes

I try to fit them to my perfect size, but it can never be perfect on me like a piece that is meant for me.

If I’m living this way, it’s purely because that is what I want, and that’s what makes ME up…

…life’s too short not to live by your rules as long as they are right.

True happiness lies in being yourself, a lot of people try to be who they are not and claim to stand out. But the truth is those who stand out are those who are themselves irrespective of the standards other have set for them, everyone else just tries to meet up with the criteria, making them like everyone else.