Acceptance

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I started on this journey, to find myself. 

To find the person I was meant to be, 

the person that everyone kept saying they could see. 

Who did they see? Because I can assure you it wasn't me. 

*Mask*

I've been hiding behind my fears, not shedding any tears. 

My smile has gotten faker and faker, trying to make up for who I wasn't.

I honestly don't know how I've gotten through all these years. 

I've tried to find who I was, in the darkest of places. 

Long nights searching my lover's faces.

Never could I find a trace of what or who I was. 

Maybe I was what they made me out to be, the person that they always did see. 

*NO* 

What am I thinking, the person they have been seeing, she has no real meaning. 

It took me so long to drop the act, to take off my proverbial mask. 

It took a long hot summer, with endless nights, for me to finally get up the nerves to ask. 

Ask myself who I was.

who was the person I had been hiding? 

Who was this person behind her mask? 

*Truth* 

That person was beauty, daylight, she was smiles and storms. Everything that makes me, me. 

I was so concerned about being accepted, that I never accepted who I was meant to be. 

I'm not normal, and that's okay. 

It's not for them to measure or say. 

For I finally feel free, feel accepted in my own skin. 

I stopped, living in fear of what might happen,

and instead embraced who I am, and who I want to be. 

*Acceptance* 





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