I am not giving up on myself
I have burnt enough for others Bearing ashes that I do not even own. I have excused plenty Without the dab of an explanation. I have walked home midway enough To come all the miles back Just on the jingle of a phone call. I have doormat-ed the honesty of my skin And let many to dust off their dirt on me. I have exhibited myself in the family display-case, That said- pick me. I have bowed enough In the temples Of Ardaas Amid the quietness of the mosque, Before all the still gods. I have bowed enough. And, now I stand, Now I bow down for myself, Bearing the ashes of my own Excusing myself for doormat-ing myself, For exhibiting myself on the display-case. Recognising, That I am hardly capable of protecting myself. How will I protect someone else? Recognising, That I have again walked home midway, I am not giving up on myself. And I am not ready to surrender parts of my emotions, I am not giving up on myself. ~Man says