I Am Not Broken
You can’t fix me, please don’t try.
Your attempt to repair a part of me tells me you think something is flawed.
You think something is broken.
What if I’m not flawed or broken?
What if I was made this way?
You don’t know me.
You don’t know what it feels like to walk with my feet.
You don’t know what I see.
You don’t know the path I took to get here.
You don’t know me any more than I know you.
Our lives are not formulas that can be applied like math equations.
That system that worked for you, may not work for me.
That book that inspired you, may not inspire me.
I’m glad you found your way.
Now, know that I must find my own.
Instead, see all of me.
Instead, ask me questions.
Instead, seek to know what it feels like to be me.
Instead, listen.
Instead, be by my side with no tools in your hands.
You can support me.
You can encourage me.
You can hear me.
You can try to understand me.
You can be my friend.