This poem
Could be about
Them, the ones who make
Me feel
Small, the ones who tell
Me I'm not enough.
But no, this isn't about
Them. I won't repeat their
Negativity.
This poem
Could be about
My brother, the person I only wanted
To protect, yet it took a night of
Tears to bring us
Together.
But no, even though it should be,
This isn't about
Him.
This poem
Could be about
My parents, the ones who
Are forcing me to conform to their
Views, their idea of my
Ideal, perfect
Life.
But no, this isn't about
Them.
This poem
Could be about
My friends, the ones who keep me
Grounded, the ones who accept me
Just as I have accepted
Them.
Maybe I'll write their story down
One day. But now isn't the
Time. This isn't about
Them.
This poem
Could be about
Her, the way she is always
Perfect, the way she knows just what to
Say. This poem could sing her
Praises, and show my love for
Her.
But no. There are already too many
About her. This won't become one
Too.
This poem
Could be about
You, the way my heart
Skips a beat when I see
You, the way you have helped
Me through so much of this
Life already.
But no, I thought I'd written
Enough about you. I'm trying
Trying so hard
To forget.
No this poem
Is about me
About my strengths, my
Journey, my love.
This poem is to remind me
I'm capable of being
Loved, I can be whoever
Love whoever.
This poem is to show me
The beauty
Within.
~love, me.
~july 2018
