As I stood here thinking
I realized the things I couldn't be
Taken by society's view
I'm stuck wondering
Who to believe?
Am I going to be happy
Am I pretty?
I can't fight the things that run through my mind
I'm alone and in love with the thought of being here
and why is that kind of love more important than loving myself
because I'm alone
and freeing myself is the key to being myself.
BEING MYSELF.
Who am I being, who am I becoming.
I fall with many and rise alone.
ALONE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY EVERYONE IS GONE
This love shouldn't be stuck
and ended because of the hatred
I see trying to stop myself from becoming the enemy.
I don't know how to breathe.
I cant see.
I cant feel
I cant hear. I cant be.
I'm still figuring out how life is suppose to work
but my scars have become the thing
I dread THE MOST.
They become a sign.
A sign of hurt.
Pain.
Disgust.
Truth.
They are my truth.
The writhing pain I felt as I realized he was untrue.
The pain I felt when I realize I'm alone
stuck in the middle of society.
BE YOURSELF.
You are perfect alone.  
No one is perfect alone
because we are judged alone.
That girl reading her book.
She has a smile that could light up a dark night.
You'll never see.
Society makes us believe we are who
THEY say we need to be
but when will the time come
that I can just be me.
Be Free.