She's You

Open the doors and go outside

She’s different from the girl she was inside

Her walk, her talk, gestures and strides

She was someone but she wasn’t me

She wanted to be popular

It meant fitting in

She opened the door and went outside

Realization poured down and replenished her soul

Popularity is just validation she cried

It’s disparate from fitting in

Fitting in is inhabiting a place in your heart

Lounging cozily next to the fireplace of self acceptance

Embraced by the warm love you instill

Understood by those who accept it

It’s you

You write your chapters and tell your stories

You water the flowers of your garden

She’ll bloom

Because she’s you