Can I break the spell of the typical?

I have come here several times in the past week to try and write a post.   I simply haven't been able to.  So, in a misguided attempt at inspiration, I've been reading some old stuff I have, hidden away.  This is from about 2.5 years ago. 

I am a person, and I am beautiful, and I am real.

I will have good days, and I will have bad days.

Some days I will care too much,

and some days I will be apathetic.

Some days I will love you,

and some days I will want to shove you down a flight of stairs.

Some days I will work,

and some days I will want to do everything else.

Some days I will try and fail and learn and be happy,

and some days I will succeed and still be miserable.

Some days I will sing for no reason,

and some days I will cry for no reason.

Some days I will be flawed and not care,

and some days I will try to fix those flaws.

Because I am real, and that is what is important.

This is my life, and I can't allow

anyone to tell me

how I should live it.

If I can't stand on my own,

then I don't deserve

to stand at all.