no one should tell me who or what I am.

no one knows where I've been,
who I've known,
or what I've gone through
better than myself.

so only I can give my own title.

you don't have the power to judge me.

can't seem to
walk around in my own skin
without being judged.

I love her hair,
I love her eyes,
I love her skin.
I love her.
And the fact that I can make her smile.

**I just don't love the way she doesn't love herself.

You need to remember,
You can never reach the heavens,
If you were there all along.

You have to start below,
To jump high,
And reach the stars.

It is better that way,
Than to start all the way up,
And hit the earth, hard.

Life is just something that confuses,
Both me and you.
Sometimes, you fall when you’re up,
But when you least expect it,
You rise again.

But when you are reining the heavens,
You fall.
But when you are so close to giving up,
You rise.

You should always keep in mind,
That you can never stay in one place for too long.

Life has its ups and downs.
Allow it to bring you down,
And it will allow you to take flight.

It’s tough,
But that’s just how it is.

They’re there to trick you,
And to trip you.
They make you fail, they break your heart.
But that isn’t even the worst part.

They keep you down,
And make you drown,
In the misery already indomitable.
Just another problem unsolvable.

They ****, they burn.
Not much new to learn.

And so, I keep my eyes forward,
Not sparing them a glance anymore.
And no longer do I move
As I savour my last breath.

Oh God, I have a rope against my neck.

To the people who’ve taunted me.
I’ll to tell you this:
I’m not perfect, I know.
This is the sad part.

I don’t have the fairest skin,
Or a thigh gap and blue eyes.
I can’t do dance nor gymnastics.
Basically, I don’t have a lot to show.

And I know all these, I do!
But you keep throwing out constant reminders
To me… teasing this.
When will I ever take a break?

From all these expectations,
These insults and limitations.
Telling me I am not worth it.
Telling me I cannot make it.

I now believe you
That’s saddest part.
I believe you.
Oh I believe you so much it hurts even the people around me.

The “truth” you knew
Has become mine as well.
And I am just done, done with all this.
I am giving up.

Are you happy?
Are you happy,
My dear bullies?

Is that what you wanted to hear?
I cry every single day,
Thinking of the things I don’t have.
And all because of you.



But then, suddenly, something inside of me steers,
Right on my chest,
Like an awakening, oh so clear
Of some kind of hope or bravery…

I come to a conclusion that
A perfect me is preposterous!
‘Cause I wouldn’t be me if I was perfect.
No one can tell me who or what I am.

No one knows where I’ve been,
Who I’ve met,
And what I’ve been through
Better than myself.

I feel reborn! I feel in-charge!
I am an admiral
That yells, “Stand down soldier!”
‘Cause your mission will fail!

To make me feel useless and broken.
To make me feel worthless and weak.
And for what? To make yourself feel
As if you’re more than me?

I know! I know I’m not perfect.
And this is the great part.
I love who I am,
Together with all the little flaws that come with me.

I don’t have the fairest skin,
Or a thigh gap and blue eyes.
I can’t do dance nor gymnastics.
But this is who I am.

I am an admiral, tall and strong.
So, stand down soldier!
You’re gonna lose this fight
‘Cause I’m taking flight.

I can make my choices,
Never did I say I'd make the right ones.

To say no,
God I did.

But the mutineer in me,
Just couldn't help itself.

And so I said yes.

I remember,

Every time I fell
You picked me up.
And every time I cried
You stayed to comfort me.

You gave everything to me
And all I did was whine
You were beautiful
In and out.

Your smile was bright
And everyone believed you.

When I was weak
You stood tall
And pulled me up
To wake me.

Though, one day
I was at your doorstep
Ready to come in.

But hearing something peculiar,
I ran upstairs
Only to witness a scene I will never forget.

Reunited and so high above,
I now ask you,
“Why did you leave?”

When I suddenly noticed,
I left too.

are entitled to our own flaws.

So don't get mad when I point mine out,
Because you don't have what I do.

Don't make me feel guilty,
For something I feel.

I know I should be grateful,
And I am, truly.

But sometimes I can't help
But point those little spots out.

So don't get mad, please.

We are all entitled to our own flaws.

Façade, dear façade,
Why show such lies?
Why mask my soul,
With smiles and laughs?
Why put up such a show?

Why make me play,
In front of an audience,
But cry when there’s none?

Why keep me up on the stage,
Making me fear the future?
I’ve spent too long,
Oh so long,
On a stage used ever so often.

I’ve been moulded into a statue,
With a smile on my lips.
I laugh a cracked laugh.

Façade, oh façade,*
Why show such lies?