carte blanche

i am my own mind,
my own being
free from foreign judgements
over-riding my cognitions,
capable of accepting criticism
at my own discretion.

i am my own soul,
my own spirit
dictating my very happiness
through my conscious decisions,
no need to be appeased
but content with fulfillment carried out
through my endeavors.

i am my own heart,
my own benevolence
with genuine character
and moral understanding,
the knowing of humanity
and accepting those around
despite whether or not being accepted
for the person i am.


* so it may suck.. i don't care. i just wanted to take a stab at poetry, to vaguely depict how i'm feeling at the moment.