09.09.20
Cinnamon, that's my name.
This is the first time, the first name that I am.
I am Cinnamon, I am myself,
I've stayed true to who I am and it feels good.
There's no confusion, there's no anxiety
my name reflects me.
Sweet like Cinnamon,
but Cinnamon can be bitter, it can be spicy
it can be so much, and so little.
I'm happy, is that weird?
It's the first time I've felt at ease,
I'm not fighting with myself, I'm not torn between personalities.
I'm myself and I'm happy,
at least for now anyway.
I feel so light, I don't have to hide.
For the first time in my life
I'm not a stranger.
Who knew it would take so many names,
so many personalities, to find myself.
I've actually found good people, good friends
they don't try to change me, they know who I am
I've met too many people who didn't like me for who I was.
At first I was reserved, in case they were the same,
but now I know they're not like them.
It's like I found my people, and they've helped me change
I feel like I'm better now than I was before.
I don't feel like they're a disadvantage
they made me new, while still keeping me vintage.
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