Love yourself for who you are,
Not who society thinks you should be.
Love your flaws and your scars.
Both inside and out.
For they make you unique.
They make you who you are.
Love yourself for what you can be,
Not for what you wish.
Because wishing is a farce,
Only you can be the best “you” you can be.
It’s not easy,
Especially when we laugh at other’s failures.
We mock the poor, sick and stupid.
When really we could help them be better.
Make yourself something important,
But don’t buy into the lie.
Because even though you are important,
Still someday you will die.
But once that day comes,
Will you be remembered?
If so, then for what?
Building love or burning happiness to embers?