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Apr 2015
I can't change who I am.
I was born, stubborn
With flaws and claws to paw at those flaws making me perfect in an unrealistic world.
I'm understanding that I have to appreciate and validate myself.
I need to congratulate and evaluate my being,
Cause seeing is believing,
And I believe I can do great things.
I believe, when I see that girl looking back at me, in that mirror she'll smile, and dial her self awareness and say
Hey!
You're ok. No you're better than ok. You're great.
So don't mistake your mistakes for flakes
Just take, in your issues and wipe them with the tissues you used when you were crying all those years
Cheers!
To you, to me, to us
And let's just be happy with ourselves because our shelves are empty.

I'm beating this level I've stayed and played on for so long, but you're wrong.
I'm winning this video game called life, and every time I play it I learn new moves and I chose to learn new secrets new strategies to help me gain points,
To help my joints move on, move on to a happier me.
A free me.
Let me be. Cause me, honestly me is all I know how to be, all I will be, all I can be.
So you see, my flaws are flawed and I applaud how I am how I turned out
I think I turned out ok
No better than ok
I'm great, cause I don't mistake my in take of self hate and I've stopped pouting and doubting myself.
I've been taking chances, taking second glances at myself.
I'm well aware I'm not 4X4, a square so perfect.. But I'm not, not perfect like that square because I hate math, and on my path I'm looking for more confidence more awareness more pride to stride through this level of awkwardness.
I'm trying to understand myself inside and out
But I figured out that who I am isn't who I am
It's who I want to be
No it's who I need to be.. And who I need to be is me.
Taylor Nichelle
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