Me, Myself and I.

Everyday, I wake and try

One step at a time.

Everyday, I wake and cry

One time, I was small

And carefree, lovely, and kind

I was just...

Me, Myself and I.

But that former self grew up,

changed like the crisp leaves of fall time,

crumbling to the ground,

waiting for a chance at renewal.

Trambled on and beat up,

tired and rugged

I was just...

Me, Myself and I.

Through the tough times...

Through the best times...

I grappled with 3 words:

I love you (Me, Myself, I).

My mistakes weighed on my self image,

blurring the painting I saw within

externally, I was crippled, depressed, and loathing.

As I get older, I have learned to breath

1, in and out

2, in and out

3, in and out...

I 

Love

You

(Me)

(Myself)

(I)

My mistakes are not me 

My shortcomings are not myself

My flaws are make make "I" so unique.

Everyday, I wake and smile

Knowing that life is worth living for a long while.

Growing up, glowing and renewed.

Me, Myself and I .

(I Love You.)