Yourself

February 8, 2018

Dear Kayla, I hope you figure out yourself

Finish and accomplish things so you don’t have to rely on anyone else

Don’t be insecure, holding your breath, sucking in your stomach to appear slimmer

Working out, till you pass out, because you’re wearing a waist trimmer

Your dad passed away before you could speak

And you still wonder how different it could be

To have your biological dad living with you

Can only hope he’d be proud of you

Trying and practicing the things your supposed to

Yet your College applications are long over-due

Disappointing family members left and right

Up at late hours crying for most of the night

“Why can’t I do anything right?”

Can’t focus on anything for more than a minute,

Is that why all your relationships ended?

You only speak your mind when no one is listening

Talking aloud, you can’t stop fidgeting

Your confidence, everyday, is slowly dwindling

Feeding off personalities you might have a disorder

You can’t distinguish who you are as you get older

Clothes cover less and less of your shoulders

Comments from guys keep getting bolder

Staying out more, your grades lower

“I’ll finish the assignment when the Bachelor is over.”

You’re smart despite the numbers and letters inked over a report card,

You’re beautiful despite pimples that left your cheek scarred,

You see the greatest things everyone else, please stop and see them in yourself.

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