I am a person.
Just like anyone else who walks on this earth,
I am not perfect
And never am I ever going to be.
My life itself has been drowned by
A seemingly endless sea of numbers and labels from
The jerks who have crossed paths with me;
Bipolar with a side of social awkwardness,
Size 40 F,
Zero on a scale from one to 10,
And a loser.
This is a glimpse on the wild ride called my life
But why did I stress over this nonsense?
Once, I thought that I could be nobody.
In reality, nobody could ever be like me.
Labels are irrelevant to who I am.
They are an excuse for those
Who do not try to understand.
These numbers can find me
But they cannot define me.
I am beautiful.
I am smart.
I am sweet.
I am important.
I am not perfect and I never will be.
But I am a person,
Just like anyone else who walks on this earth.