I used to write
A list of lies
Of things people told me
But at the time
I thought they were true
I thought I was
Useless
Unloved
Unappreciated
Unforgiven
Lost
Hopeless
Ugly
Annoying
Cruel
I was followed
Wherever I went
By my list of lies
And I believed it
I would cry
And cry
And cry
But no one seemed to hear me
I would lie
and lie
and lie
Saying everything was fine
Until it became too much
I broke
And shattered
But it was all inside my head
I picked up my pieces
Scrawled with the list of lies
And I no longer cried
I turned them around
So they no longer
Reflected the hateful dark
But I smiled
And shone my own
Beautiful light
I held my head high
And took down my list of lies
Because EVERYONE is
Useful
Loved
Appreciated
Forgiven
Found
Hopeful
STUNNING
INTERESTING
AND KIND
I no longer listened
To their list of lies
