Who am i?
I questioned myself everyday
As i stood in the mirror while tears streamed down my face,
I realized I was merely a puppet to society
They controlled my strings with things as simple a beauty and envy
I tried to edit myself to become pictue perfect,
The epitome of elegance,grace
I listened to their words of hate as if they were words of wisdom
I worshipped them
I preached them
Then i realized that they are what turned people like me into weak minded,insecure,self hating corpses
I've fought demons and dark nights trying to accept not who i was but WHO I AM
but NOW,now i walk with a flare many others do not dare
I've embraced the real me
I've realized that my body,my clothes do not define me
I should not have to lie or diecieve to be loved
I am perfectly imperfect the way i am
From the curl of my hair to the width of my hips
I AM the girl that no longer fears the world outside of her own mind
Now I ask myself again as i stand in this mirror,
Who Am I?
I AM a delicate rose once shattered,now whole.