To grow-up, glow-up,

Is to learn to be yourself,

Not an easy feat.

 

I used to be scared

To show what’s inside of me,

My imperfections.

 

I was scared to think

Scared to think what they may think

When they think of me.

 

I could never talk

To the ones not my gender,

The words would not sound.

 

I would sweat, and cry,

If someone looked at me wrong,

My heart was dying.

 

Then one day I felt,

How nice it was to be me,

Sincerely, truly.

 

I stopped caring then,

Choosing to be me, be free;

And then I loved me.

 

You loved me too, then.

When I stopped being something -

Something I was not.

 

I think then, only then,

I felt happy being me,

So now I won’t hide.

 

At last I reflect,

What I am on the inside,

I am now outside.

 

If I’m loud, I’m loud.

I’ll be the most colorful,

Best me I can be.