I Would Rather Wear My Heart On My Sleeve Than Lock It Away

I would rather be rejected. I would rather be rejected multiple times, so many times. That I lose count, that I don’t care anymore. I would rather be the person who said too much than the one who didn’t say anything at all. I would rather be the person who has a hard time letting go of people. I would rather be the person who takes friendships seriously. I would rather be there for people when they need me than be all about me. I would rather be the one fighting than be the person who cares less.

I would rather let people know what they mean to me. I would rather speak of how I feel. I would rather let the world see me for who I am. I would rather be vulnerable, honest, real.

I would rather make mistakes than have it right from the first time. I would rather learn from experience. I would rather go through tough times that will put what I made of to test. I would rather be uncomfortable because I am embracing change. I would rather be disappointed than be defined by disappointment. I would rather doubt myself for a while than stop believing in myself for good. I would rather fail than not have tried at all.

I would rather stand out than fit in. I would rather search the world for meaning than have someone tell me what life means. I would rather live my life on my terms than live it according to people’s expectations. I would rather be somewhere up high alone than be somewhere on the ground surrounded with people. I would rather take the road less travelled.

I would rather get hurt. I would rather have my heart broken. I would rather cry. I would rather feel. I would rather lose. I would rather live. I would rather to be me.