When will you ever
learn, that only one
man can judge me?
When will you ever
learn, that I am
satisfied with the
man I have become?
When will you ever
learn, that the
ignorance that
resides so fondly in you,
will not change my opinion
of myself.
I wish this had always
been true.
There was a time, when I
wasn't happy with me.
There was a time when
your ignorance would
change me.
This part of my life
has officially ended.
One thing that I have
realized over the years,
but more over the
last few months, is that
everyone is going to judge
me. I realize that. I accept that.
However, if God is happy with me,
and I am happy with me, I
see no reason to change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem