Becoming
been going through the same cycle for years
i always wanted to change gears
always thought change is inevitable
i never had time for the girl I see in the mirror
I never admired her
it took me years to realize my worth and now I know nothing can shake me
maybe it's a good thing that I lost myself
maybe it's a good thing I never turned back and retraced my steps
Maybe it's a good thing I learnt to accept my flaws
and stopped looking for validation in boys who don't even know their worth
I'm glad I finally entered the phase of knowing myself
and reinventing me
so don't come to me and tell me I changed
do not come to me and tell me you miss the old me
when you left her bleeding
and drowning in her sorrows
Thank you for not saving me
now I know nobody can help me except me
I'm honored that I fell in the hands if Christ our King
and I am finally royal again
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