مونيكا

Is that you are a different person to everyone you meet

To some, you're quiet

To others, you never stop talking

Some remember you for your kindness

Others for the time you walked away

You are a villain in someone's story

A hero in another

To most, you're just a passing thought

A name they once knew

You don't exist as one person

You will never truly know yourself the way others do

You will never hear your own laughter the way someone else does

You will never see the way your absence

Lingers in a room you used to fill

To yourself, you are just you

But in reality, you're a thousand different stories

doing something is better than nothing

every little step counts

dont be afraid of setting boundaries

be courageous more often than afraid