In the blur of everything perfect around,
You couldn't even hear what you sound.
You can't see how desperate you've come to be,
How, little by little, you didn't let yourself free.
You've come to hate who you are.
You didn't even let yourself see the stars.
Caged inside of you, you didn't let them shine through,
Believing they're not there, you kept the key for only you.
You've always thought that perfection is the key.
No matter what, that's what you have to be.
Expected the worst, hoped for the best,
With luck, you left the rest.
It's not what's important yes you knew.
But you didn't want to hear it, didn't want it to ring true.
It was hard yes, it really was indeed.
But really, what did you hope it would be?
It wasn't a walk in the park but finally, you understood.
That it's okay, that you are still you.
You didn't have to prove yourself, that you should be extraordinary,
It's okay, whatever you are, whatever you've come to be.
Accepting yourself truly is what's best.
You needed it, to endure that depressing test.
Sure it's hard, it's okay not to be okay,
But remember to stand up, remember to, ultimately, be brave.
In light of my old depression