They say they inspire you.
The catalyst to your creation.
They blinded your view and stole your reflection.
A piece of your clarity was taken.
You and your vocal chords held no relationship anymore.
Voided were all of your reputable commitments you once made.
They took those pieces of your heart that were shedding like snake skin.
You were growing, you were changing.
What else did they expect?
They…were no inspiration, nor catalyst.
You were a pigment on the disastrous piece of art they had been creating.
Reduced to nothing, they expected you to be everything.
Forget they. Remember I.
I want you to fill those voids with self discovery.
I want you to rest your thoughts on the fact that you’ve found Love and she is the miracle to all of your disasters.
I want you to lift your head up, and repeat after me..
I, am still here.
I, inspire myself.
And that’s all I need.
Take your baggage and throw it off a cliff.
Start packing a new bag.
And label it “I AM ME”.