I love me.
No, I am not a narcissist.
Even though you may think
but loving myself is not a kink.
I don’t wait for a
positive response from you.
Your views about me
do not state what is true.
I am me, in spite of you.
People come and go.
I am me, because of me
as I have always known.
Your gossip doesn’t define me.
Your innate frustrations
leave me unfazed.
I am me, good or bad
and that is how it stays.
My goal is to dig deep, to improve.
Of course I am not perfect.
I steadily work upon myself
but I do not aim to impress.
The minute you stop living for yourself
this life becomes just an act.
You end up mouthing the lines you are told
and wear this bulky cloak of tact.
You lose yourself in this mirage,
this image of you
and don’t have the slightest recollection,
that which part is true.
In this struggle to be always
right and applauded.
In this struggle to do things
which are generally expected.
In this struggle to please everyone
You meekly act as directed.
You keep losing special
delicate little parts of yourself
in your urge for one-upmanship.
You keep losing special little parts of yourself
in this longing for approval and friendship.
Do not lose these special little parts of yourself.
Do not put yourself in the backseat.
Do not lose delicate little parts of yourself.
Even if it means taking the heat.
You can only love others
when you love yourself first.
How can you dream of being an oasis?
When you can’t even quench your own thirst.
Kindness is a friend of those
who are first, kind to themselves.
Only those beings can spread happiness
who haven’t put their own happiness on the shelf.