Every day I became more like the broken glass mirror that shattered at my feet when I was a child.
My heart was broken and my mind was lost.
I felt as though the only way out of this was with a cost.
A cost that I felt was my place to pay.
But since I could not, I felt the need to stay
Stay lost in this lingering pain.
While in watch of others thriving in gain.
Though this pain I carried was not my own.
But because I held onto it, I made it my home.
I did not realize all I had to do was leave it and move on.
I had the chance. The key was in my possession, yes, this is my confession.
But I did not understand how I could just give it up and let it go.
Because I felt as though nobody knows.
No one knows the pain written in my stories that can be placed in endless rows.
Nobody knows...Nobody knows.
This is what I thought I would say until my dying day.
But as of now I am grateful to say that it will never again be that way.
I am beautiful, loved and cherished.
Not long ago I once thought those words had perished.
But now I believe those words are true. As true as me and you.
No longer do I wish my life was no longer.
For now I am wiser and I am stronger.
Though I can never forget my past and all my wrongs, I can leave it where it belongs...
I, with sincerity and glee can say that I am finally me.