Born again in Darkness to find Light
I have seen into the light,
For so long I never had it in me to stand upright,
I was always so pathetic,
I never looked in the mirror as my own worst critic,
It was always up to me,
I can be whatever I want to be,
You don't know what being born again is,
I am the only one who has tried and did not miss,
Yet, after the impossible I have done,
It scares you now to see what I have become,
None of you can put me in a box in your mind,
Very few of us are truly one of a kind,
Everyone can see what they want to from me,
But, no one's opinion is for free,
Everyone has their own motives,
I am the only one who just lives,
I live without jealousy or shame and love like no other,
I care nothing for what you think except for one other,
But I have always fought,
Or loved harder, faster, and longer than you thought,
Sometimes for only the wrong reasons,
But, as the flowers bloom in the seasons,
I was born again on the sharpest knife,
In the middle of the darkest night.
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