If I dare to confess my weaknesses, people will take me as ungrateful.
If you've read the latter, you might be thinking "then don't listen to what people say about you!"
Sadly, the truth is, words coming out from other people's mouths about us really matter, regardless of how ignorant we claim ourselves to be.
Frankly speaking, it always feels as if I'm walking a tightrope, with each step threatening to send me tumbling into a sea of judgments.
No matter how much I try to shield myself from those opinions, the harshness of criticism can cut through me like a sword, leaving wounds that take far too long to heal.
But since you have full authority over yourself to agree/disagree with me,
go ahead: judge and place whatever labels upon me that you see fit.
Fear not, you can put your mind at ease as I'll never judge you in return.
Not to you. Not to my cats. Not to myself.
For I know labels are only for soup cans, if nothing else.
Not to you. Not to my cats. Not to myself.
For I know labels are only for soup cans, if nothing else.