i might as well be a robot.

It's not the black and white that concern me,
but the infinite shades of gray where
unsurety makes a person most vulnerable.
You question what you value and
compromise what is expected of you.
How can everyone have an opinion
when it's only one person's work and toil
invested in the decision you so freely
care to judge.

am I really free to make my own decisions,
only to be imprisoned by your anecdotes,
your negative experiences...
'inevitably' ones that are meant to be my own.

I value peace of mind, kindness, thoughtful decision making - ones not made in haste, humility, intelligence, a scope of the world through a child's innocent eye, trustworthiness, the ability to count blessings.

i will not be remembered for any of these
for i am doomed to never be good enough.