A Letter to My Reflection:

What's wrong with being who I want to be? 

I want to be free...

But it's almost impossible when you feel like you're tied to a tree...

I was deemed hopeless, worthless

by he who didn't know me.

For all I know, 

you were included in the mass discrepancy.

These emotional scars, 

they run so deep...

And now, I can't forget the life we used to lead.

Felt like I was, 

Livin life in a box.

It's not too hot... until I realized:

That's all some people got.

So I settled.

And you turned a blind eye,

never there to lift me up.

Or wipe fallen tears as I cried. 

We went for the less,

 there went a life of trying our best. 

Now, as I look back on our times...

I see the blood, sweat and tears left behind. 

Is it really a surprise? 

Never a waste of time. 
Flower blooming, coming into her own light.

I wouldnt have asked for anyone else to stand by my side.

Love, 
Me