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.