Self deprecation;
a constant cycle of negative connotation.
Losing all concentration,
where medication became an obligation.
Diagnosed;
anxiety and depression.
Thoughts of contemplation,
I sit back, proud of my progression.
Years in the book;
broken and used.
Stole back my dignity they took,
sick and tired of the abuse.
No self-worth, I believed.
Drowning alone;
No meaning, I deceived.
To feel alive,
I wondered, 'how does it feel?'
Would I thrive?
Or would I need heal?
Today I stand tall and strong,
head held higher than the clouds above.
Preaching to others they belong,
knowing how it feels lacking self-love.
Better now, with one goal in mind;
Walking the broken through the storm.
All it takes is to be kind.
As the rain pours,
drenched I'll be,
instead of indoors,
hiding from reality.
Seventeen; that I am,
ready to conquer any war
and that in between
down to the core.
Off to college,
leaving the past behind;
gaining new knowledge,
attempting to fix mankind.
Proud of who I became,
preaching positivity.
Not in search of fame,
but in search of change.
In and out of highs and lows,
coffee in my hand;
Dreaming of a world of love and peace.
Here I stand,
A Masterpiece.