The tears I have shed
The smiles I have faked
The lies I have perfected
The nights I have not slept
The moments I have dreaded
The memories I have forgotten
It's only half the story-
With the tears I have shed
Was the weight lifted off me.
With the smiles I have faked
Were the ones I genuinely meant.
With the lies I have perfected
Came the moments of truth-
A moment of acceptance.
With the sleepless nights came
The nights of blissful dreaming.
With the moments I have dreaded
Have been hope-
A voice whispering it gets better.
Because it does get better.
And with the memories I have forgotten
Have came memories to take their place-
Memories I wouldn't sell for the world.
Just like every story,
Mine has the good and the bad.
I just choose to focus on the good.
