Unsure

I don’t know why I am the way I am,
Don’t know why I speak the way I do,
Don’t know why I love the things I do,
Not sure if this is going to make sense to you,
Throughout my life,
I’ve been told to do this and that,
Not to do so and so,
And try to be such and such,
If I am me
And you are you
How you can tell me who, when, how I should be,
The one’s who accept us for who we are,
The ones proud to call us: family, friends, lovers
Are the ones who want us
To be the best us we know how to be
Are the ones not telling us who, what, when
To be something we are not,
Are the ones I love most.
Are the ones that mean the most,
Are the ones that are hardest to find
And carry the most weight in my heart