Poems About Being Yourself Novels & Stories

Tahimik ang lahat. Ramdam ang bawat salita. “What matters,” dagdag niya, mas mahinahon ngayon, “is who you become when no one is there to define you.” Dahan-dahan niyang hinigpitan ang hawak sa mikropono. “I built myself,” diretso niyang sabi. “Not for validation. Not for revenge. But because I refused to stay where I was underestimated.” Ang mga salitang iyon ay parang direktang tumama sa mga taong kanina lamang ay nagdududa.

It just doesn't feel right, you would say that to yourself. So maybe, as I had said, maybe we are just born on the wrong society. That maybe it just sees what's outside a person and not what's purely on the inside. I just can't help but say this, you don't have to push yourself to fit in. You're not born for people to look down on you. You are born because there's something unique about you, and that, my friend, may or may not be for this group of people. So you just have to look everywhere, discover what's out there and fall and cry and fail, and eventually come to a halt and see where your path have taken you. Somewhere that's destined for you. Somewhere where you can actually fit in. Some

"Hayaan mo na ako Wildon. Deserve ko ito. Kasalanan ko ito kaya dapat kong sisihin ang sarili ko dahil bakla ako." "No. Please don't say that, Eli. Don't ever be sorry for being what you are. You are valid. Walang sino mang dapag magdikta kung ano at sino ka. Being yourself is the best thing you could do in your life. Please stop this. Huwag mong saktan ang sarili mo para sa mga taong makikitid ang pag iisip. You are better than this, Eli. I know you were better than any of them. Trust me, magiging okay din ang lahat..."

I'll note it. modernongdyosaa I write when I can't speak. I write when all the thoughts caged inside my mind was wildly asking for it to be free. I write to speak up all the things, thoughts I can't even speak up for myself. I write to be free from all the judgments and pains from reality. They ask you and let them be. You're the only one who have the power, not anyone else. Your words will never be seen unless you show them. Camsy_Classy

“Odessa, ihahatid ka ni kuya mamayang madaling-araw sa bayan. Hindi pwede na ikaw lang ang umalis at baka kung ano ang magyari sa'yo.” “Unsa man ka oy, kaya nako akong self daii. Gwapa lang ko pero 'di ko tanga para magpatsugi dayon.” Ano ka ba, kaya ko ang sarili ko day. Maganda lang ako pero 'di ako tanga para magpapatay agad.

“Don’t compare yourself to anyone.” Napatigil ako. “You think I like you dahil lang sa kung ano yung wala sa’yo?” tanong niya. Umiling ako, pero hindi pa rin ako sigurado. “I like you because you’re you,” dugtong niya. “Yung pagiging makulit mo, pagiging totoo mo, kahit yung pagiging childish mo minsan… lahat ’yon.” Napatingin ako sa kanya, hindi ko alam kung ano ang sasabihin.

Tumikhim mona ako bago ako nagsalita sa microphone. "Ang aking obra ay tungkol sa pag-ibig sa sarili," sabi ko sa mga bisita. "Ito ay tungkol sa pagtanggap sa ating mga pagkakamali at pag-aaral mula sa kanila. Ito ay tungkol sa pagmamahal sa ating sarili at sa ating mga natatanging katangian." Tumingin ako sa mga bisita at nakita ko ang interes at paghanga sa kanilang mga mata. Alam kong naintindihan nila ang mensahe ng aking obra.

Hindi ko napigilan ang paninikip ng dibdib ko. "Putang ina, nagseselos ba ako?" tanong ko sa sarili ko. Sa talent portion, nagdala ng spoken word poetry si Safara, na pinag-usapan ang lakas ng loob at pagpapahalaga sa sarili. Ang bawat salita niya ay tumagos sa puso ng mga nakikinig, at sa dulo ng kanyang pagtatanghal, umalingawngaw ang malalakas na palakpakan.

“Be yourself. Whoever the hell that is. You tried so hard changing just to meet someone's expectations to the point that you had forgotten who you really are.” She stared at me. Then whispered, “Maybe I don’t know who I am anymore.” I looked at my empty glass and muttered, “Welcome to the club.” And we sat there—two messes, two masks slowly slipping—trying to laugh a little louder than our hearts could cry. Sa unang pagkakataon hindi siya nakakainis. Pakiramdam ko, naiintindihan niya ang nararamdaman ko kahit hindi ko sabihin at gan'on din ako sa kanya. We drunk to our hearts content. We talked without sarcasm. We laughed at ourselves and our own jokes.

’ ‘The day I saw your tears, I wanted to hug you, I wanted to comfort you, even though I didn’t know you. ‘Hindi ko inaasahan na gugustuhin at mamahalin kita nang sobra-sobra pa sa akala kong paghanga lang.’ ‘Kaya kung wala ka, napakahirap ngumiti, tila walang rason para ngumiti.’ ‘So don’t leave me, honey. But always remember: kung pipili ka kung ako ba o ang sarili mo, choose yourself.’ ‘Because choosing yourself is like me choosing you too.’