I Only Wish To Be Myself

Like clay molded into a beautiful creation ready to be shown off, I am Brave. Their hands reached out to me as a child, they heard my silent cries. Backed into a corner where I thought no one could hear me. They told me, “It will be alright. We are here to help you.” I was frightened. Like broken glass on the side of the road you consciously step over, all my pieces were picked up and made into something new. I am Brave. I am beautiful. A constant battle between myself and my thoughts. Why can’t I be a pretty as her? Why do I look like this and not like that? Thoughts of giving up and never coming back. Took my mother’s beauty and confidence to realize I can’t possibly look like that girl, when one day I’ll look as fierce at that woman standing beside me. I am beautiful. Caring. I put the weight of others pain on my shoulders, feeling what they feel. I give them a shoulder to cry on, a place to sleep, and a friend who will always be there. I listen to you because I know how it feels to be shut out. I was once like you. I am caring. I am brave, beautiful, and caring. I’ve grown so much from when I was alone and afraid to reach out. I am more confident now that I resemble my mother. I am more caring knowing that people hit rock bottom and need that special person to lift them up. All these things are what make me, me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.