”You do you”
Haunting words.
You tell me to be myself, yet you have no idea who I am.
“You do you”
You see me every week, every day, in every class, but you don’t see me.
Through a series of brief moments of interaction, you cast on me the idea of “me” that you have created for your own satisfaction.
“You do you”
It is an empty gesture of acceptance.
“You do you”
The me that you claim to know is the one that I want you to know.
I behave the way I'm expected to do, politely making small talk where small talk is due.
“You do you”
If I do me, what will happ