You Are Everything

Selfish

My sister yells at me from time to time
She calls me selfish
Never had she called me this before
But I suppose I've grown
I'm no longer the little girl she could
Mend and snap into being exactly what she needed

I have grown
I can feel confidence radiate within me
I can feel my happiness implore
I can feel everything in full color

I still have my flaws
I would still do anything for the people I love
I would still rather hurt my feelings than others
I would still be blind when it comes to love
I'm fixing it, working on it
And that's all I can ask of myself right now

I remember the little girl, the scared detrimentally lonely little girl. How I wish someone would've held her and told her she will be okay, even though she wouldn't have listened. That poor little girl was carrying the weight of the universe on her shoulders.

The woman looking back at her now is so proud in how she has managed to turn every thing that could've sent her right back to the hell of her mind but instead brought her closer to her light. She became her own savior, and if you're looking for a successor that's the answer, be your own damn savior, be the hero of your own damn story, because nobody else will.