When you push me on the street, I am.
When I manage not to be mean, although you deserve it, I am.
When I am mean and it’s too late to take it back, so much so that it make’s me resent myself for months, I am.
When you try to deceive me, I am.
When you try to steal my dignity, I am.
When you can’t explain why I’m not responding in hate, I am.
When I remember the good, and send love to the people who want to bring me down, I am.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/03/24/autoportret-in-dialog/