We are the sum of all our wins and losses.
We are all the sweat, tears, and smiles.
And while we are our ancestors and our children,
We forget how to be ourselves.

We are the straight math of all the kicks we got.
We are the best part of our parents... and their worst.
We forget to be ourselves.

I am them, the ones who left, leaving traces deep in me.
I am all those for whom I cried myself to sleep.
I am all of those I loved, lost, hated, and let abuse.
And I fight not to forget to be the sum of all my wins and losses.
I strive to remind myself I need to be myself.