I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light.

I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.

Until I said I’M going to cover my guilty pleasure scars,

And when I ripped them open one night,

They were a delightful sight,

Between me, myself, and

I held the thing God grants me every day

With my flesh and blood knife,

My BEAUTIFUL life

 

Call it how you see it.

BECAUSE everything about me was a stained, inked in

Mirrored, rehearsed,

Painted, Masked,

Parade of tattooed lies.

 

But I have died which is why I can live.

Through fractions of time, I’ve learned to love myself and forgive.

All of my mistakes have been made.

My insecurity and doubt has been slayed.

I’m a wonderful mess of laughter and tears.

I choose to face my fears.

 I am the villain and the hero of my story.

I’m moments of bravery mixed with fun-induced insanity.

I win the battles I fight.

 

I call it how I see it.

MY SOUL IS BLESSED WITH KALEIDOSCOPE LIGHTS.