Last year I was a saint
A pleaser with a need for attention and acknowledgement of others.
Last year I was angel
Last year an innocent, a follower, non-believer, a brown-nosed teacher's pet, all I needed was a tail
My body rejected all compliments that I thought I needed to survive, however I just could not get it.
This left my sinking in a pool of despair and confusion so deep that I couldn't reach the hand of self-confidence to pull me out.
Last year I had an other so significant, he made me swim
I swam, I swam straight through the deep pool with no breaks to the top to finally grip the hand that pulled me out of the water as well as my ways
Last year I saw my true self, but this year I am becoming my true self
Last year was the last year you could watch me drown
Last year was the last year before the pool dried
This year, I am not a saint
I am myself, and I do each task for myself
This year, I am not an angel
I am not innocent, I am a leader, believer, losing my leash and standing on two feet.
I have grown into a nice young lady, and I only have to thank…