You show me who I am
And more importantly who I’m not.
You show me what I don’t have
More often than what I’ve got.
You alter others’ perception of me
And even how I see myself.
But I’ll write my own future,
An empty canvas sitting on the shelf.
From now on it will be different.
Clearly I have changed.
I am tired of what you say
A new confidence I have attained
You show me my scars from when I fell
But I see the stories they will tell
You show me that I’m worthless
But I look at me and see a purpose
You call me unworthy, undeserving,
But you are completely clueless.
I realize that I am not perfect,
But stop trying to convince me I am useless