#confiedence
Once in my life I wanna be me
I want to stop listening to people's judgements
I want to stop comparing myself to others
I want to stop being like other people
But I can't...
It's like this universe wants me to be like everyone else
People look at me in odd ways when I wear my favorite shirt
They judge my overgrown hair
They laugh at my make-up free face
But the thing is
I like that old shirt that has a burrito on it
My hair is what makes me, me
I don't like make-up
But why do I have to be like everyone else
Why must I constrict my freedom to someone's liking
Just because they say I wouldn't "fit in" if I don't
Maybe it has something to with me
Maybe I just need the confidence to
Jump up and scream
"Hey, I can be different!"
It is going to be difficult to do that
To leave my little bubble
But what if I do leave the bubble,
Does that mean I can be who I wanna be?
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
When you feel weak,
remember that your body is made of the same elements
that you see in a lioness’ fearless eyes
and hear in her echoing roar.
Your voice is just as loud,
it will always be heard.
When you feel weak,
remember that your DNA translates into the same
twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for,
the same ones that hunt like silent shadows,
ghosts children of the moon,
and sink their teeth into silver slivers of the night.
You will find harmony in red blood against
****** white snow
you will snap necks with jaws that open to the stars and sing.
When you feel weak,
remember that you are made of three quarters of the same water
that is carving canyons from stone,
that is beating away shore lines
and swallowing land whole.
Remember that the depths in you are as cavernous
as the bottomless ocean.
When you feel weak,
remember that your faint breaths and your wrenching sobs
fuel forest fires of the same degree
each alike in it’s power,
capable of destroying everything that they touch.
Know that you are the same;
just as fearless in your weakest moments as you are in your strongest.
When you feel weak,
on the mornings that the covers are heavier than the burden on your shoulders,
when the mirror is an enemy and the hole that you’ve dug for yourself
feels like a friend,
remember that diamonds are just carbon,
galaxies are just stardust,
but you
are
so
much
more.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC