Monochrome,
Boring,
Drag,
Tragedic,
That's what I was.
That's what my life used to be.
I faced recess war,
I became a ghost,
Disappearing from this world,
My nose always in a book.
Deemed weird,
Crazy,
Stupid,
Fat,
Clutz.
I was an outsider.
This town was a prison,
My own personal hell.
I couldn't escape.
I believed I deserved it.
Every word,
Every action,
Every tear,
I was worthless.
I had no hope,
No future.
Nothing lies beyond this town.
...
But there was
I found you.
All of you.
I found happiness,
Self worth,
Late night's spent joking,
Laughing,
Smiles.
I am not judged.
I am not shamed.
I am beautiful.
and treated as if I deserve to be told my worth.
...
Even so,
There is fear.
What if I lose this?
If In my happiness I forget how to live in loneliness?
People change,
They leave.
And I am too trusting.
My heart is given away freely,
But then it's shattered.
How many mosaics have I made?
How many times have I tried to fix my heart after being so deeply hurt?
Too many to count.
Can I really have a happy ending?
She who is so used to tragedy?



I hope so.