By Jaanya Jaggi
How am I identified?
By the number of times I’ve endured my pain,
Or the number of friends I gain?
In the midst of people who are struggling to be their best,
What am I doing to stand up tall amongst the rest?
Is it better if I start pleasing everyone—
Even if it means apologizing the minute I’m done?
Maybe it’s the feeling of not fitting in,
Or maybe it’s because everything I do, being myself, feels like a sin.
Well, I’ve lost count of the times I lied,
Just because I didn’t know how I was identified.