I Can Still Taste the Strawberries

me

I am Important. I'm sad and awkward and weird and alive and full of joy and I'm uncomfortable but I am Important. I am so many things but what's important is that I remember that that's who I am.

People treat me like a queen and like a criminal and sometimes unkind and sometimes don't notice me. Sometimes my friends forget me and hurt me but sometimes they show me love that I can never think to give.

I am the prick of a thorn, I am the sunrise in the morning that introduces tomorrow. I am the pain in a broken bone, and I am the first sip of hot chocolate in the cold. I am terrible-awful and I am generous, I am kind and I am unkind, I'm loyal and un-loyal all at the same time.

But I can't label myself. My opinion on myself doesn't matter to anyone else. No matter how much I may think that I am Proud, Strong, Shy, Ugly, Beautiful, Kind, Unkind, Smart or Meek. I am Important.