Here is something my friend wrote, which I thought was very poetic:

I have always regretted the times when I said too little or nothing at all, so I’ve been trying to make up for it. But with my efforts and sometimes not-so ambiguous results, I’ve been left to wonder if I say too much…maybe it’s your callousness and not mine, maybe it’s your ignorance and not mine, maybe it’s your prejudice and not mine…Well, I refuse to live in your confines. It’s time to do me, no more insecurity.