Yes, I am me

My eyelashes are like spider webs. 

My face is always covered in them. 

Becuase it seems like an old bookshelf 

With nothing growing 

Except for the mold 

That molds itself into me. 

I am the trees that are cut down but that doesn't make me cut down. 

There are knots tied into my stomach 

And shoulders 

Becuase I'm constantly lifting boulders 

Made of the leaves that fell off 

When the sea met the shore 

Are you sure? 

Do you know what you mean when you are mean 

And what you mean to say when you meant to be clean. 

Are you who you want to be?

Yes, I am me. 

And I being someone who doesn't fall under the stress 

Becuase if I repress it hard enough 

I won't feel it at all. 

Repress repress I can't confess to the stress 

Until I write it out in fine tuned poetry 

And that's where my anxiety seems to show the most

Where there's no hope and nothing grows except for the mold 

But that doesn't make me old 

Or useless 

As they say. 

But what do they really think

And do I care what they think?

Becuase I am me and I like to believe 

That it gets better 

When everyone around me says it gets worse. 

My bracelets are made of scars. 

I've come so far to be wherever you are 

And that place is in my heart. 

And my soul 

Because you sold me on the fact 

That I am beautiful 

When your hands are digging in me 

To bury your secrets 

What about my body's rules 

What everyone told me 

To stay cool