Then they came for me

“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me”.

when i look at my reflection

When I look at my reflection I do not see what I feel. I have a match inside of me waiting to be lit. One day I will muster up the courage to ignite that fire, but life is too short. I have to do it now. I need to dye my hair that color I have been loving, I need to tell my friends how I feel about them, I have to cut my hair off. I just want to feel liberated. My whole life I have been following the rules and doing things to please others, but I will not do that anymore. I will not take those classes that I do not want to take, I will not continue friendships with people I do not want to be friends with, I will stop living for others and start living for me. I want to tell all of you to go out and just do it. Do whatever you want to do, but how am I suppose to tell you that when I cannot even do it for myself?