I miss you.
The one you’re hiding,
The one you’re afraid of
Because of your:
Power
Beauty
Strength
Knowing and
Loving

It’s like if you have it all
You can’t show it all
You can’t flaunt it . . . Remember that
Remember that Summer,
“ Oh it’s so hard to be pretty!”

That’s so subjective anyway
And yet again it shouldn’t matter but . . .
If you are capsizing naturally and lowering yourself to become decent,
You still have to prove you’re capable

Which I did

But then there are the looks
Like “Who does she think she is”
“She’s wrong”
“Really? What a fake.”

Leave me alone . . . please . . .
Just let me be.
Accept it.