For that name.
Who I used to be is the girl That slipped through the crowd, Never once made a sound. A Chameleon of sorts That'd blend into every background.
Alone and guarded Arms that hid her heart, Silence that disguised her soul. Eyes on the clock Every *tick* took its toll.
Later they'd discover her And mistake her as "a quiet one, really."
But the few that'd care to see her Would hear her when she whispered, "You can call me Keeley."The person I became is the girl Who forgot how to whisper When she learned how to sing. Who forgot to speak only when spoken to When life bent down and kissed her.
The person I became is the girl Who is who she was Only when she glances in the rearview mirror. Because that ghost of a girl stopped off miles back Nameless, but content to build sandcastles in the dust.
The person I became is the girl Who, though surrounded By snap chats, snap shots, and snapping fingers Always seems to find herself Drawing, writing, composing Who she really is. Who I really am.
The person I became is the girl who can proudly wear my name, No longer as a scar, a bruise, an apologetic whisper But as a badge of honor. My name, My Purple Heart. My name, My Silver Star. For the person I became had to fight a war. With herself. For that Name.