Angry full of fear
Hiding in a shell composed of
Bitchitude and ****-yous
Just so afraid that love could never exist

Still fearful but not threatened
More self cognizant
Grown and shapen
Molded into **** well told you sos

Wrist slashing
Head bashing
Shot downing
Second hand high hounding

Poetry slamming
Novel pounding
Music writing
Run sighting

Broken mess
Seventeen hundredth choice
Self hating
******* in the making

Confident
Stitched together
High held chin
Knowledge of worth

My oh my
Have I come a long way
From just six months ago
Even if I didn't start changing
Until just three weeks ago