Without an end there can be no beginning,

An end of doubt,

An end of isolation,

An end of self-pity,

An end of excuses,

 

An end of my previous life.

 

I started to be myself,

Started accepting who I really am,

Started loving myself,

Started accepting the world around me.

 

That’s when I grew up.

Not when I got my license,

Not when I got my first job,

Not when I first tried to end my existence for something better.

 

But when I decided to stop denying myself of a happy life.

The child inside of me wanted to cower,

Cry,

Hide away from the truth,

 

But not anymore.

I’m me,

And nobody can change that,

Not even myself.

 

 

Time to stop hiding,

And start living.