empty talks•

Sometimes a breeze will blow and I remember to feel happy,
that despite anything I've been through I've been stronger than my doubts and devils have been loud.
I used to fret about who looked at me and why.
Wondered endlessly how people perceived me before and after knowing my truths.
My truths,
I looked at them like dirty secrets you hide in a closet instead of battle scars you proudly wear on your arm.
My truth has changed.
I've learn to accept every aspect of myself, all the pain and all the glory, it's all who I am and what I've become.
What I'll continue to become.
My soul has always searched to be something bigger, better, something to believe in,
I strived in getting others to believe in me so I could mask that I didn't believe in myself.
I used these endless empty talks to get myself through pain instead of just facing myself.
Now that I've found myself,
a person I'm proud to be,
I'm done talking empty.