The Truth about
My life was a chalkboard, black and white.
Pictures drawn by day,
Erased by night.
My life was a mirror.
It went only one way,
but failed to show the better parts of me.
My life went to a standstill,
my faith was shaken.
The heart in my hands,
so close to breaking.
I became a fighter,
and fought myself.
Lost every fight,
battered and bruised,
to get up again.
The person I am,
Who I want to be,
is tearing me up,
It’s breaking me.
I am a person,
and I bleed red too.
I am a person,
not much different from you.
I have learned, that not everything is black and white.
Some things have color.
And that’s alright.