"This whole time I was blaming them. But it seemed like it was them since they never supported me. But in the end it's me who decides what I want to be."

What if?
A commitment I couldn't contain.

Did I lose my mind?

Chasing after time?

A thing so easily lost and hard to obtain.

My lungs strained.

Stayed quiet for too long.

Listened to every sad song.

What's stopping me from being who I want to be?

Them? Or me?