A Song of Self

I am me, I am myself,
Every part of me is me.
I am unique, I am special.
I am who I am.

My heart is full to the brim,
Overflowing with more love
Than the people around me
Deserve for me to give them.

I am someone who feels deeply,
Someone who has the habit
Of loving far too much
And getting hurt too easily.

Despite my emotional side,
I am stable, mature in my thinking,
Realistic about the world around me
And not stuck in a fairytale.

I am straightforward in my life,
I know where I’m going,
I know what I want to do,
I know who I want to be in the future.

Even though I’ve become a shell,
Someone I wanted not to be
When I was younger,
I have accepted myself for me. 

Despite my depression,
Despite the fact that my mind
Is never settled in one place,
I don’t hate myself anymore. 

I cannot say that I am happy,
As that would be a lie,
But I’m on terms with myself,
I’m on terms with this world. 

I can find happiness in little things,
I can find love in unlikely places,
I can convince myself that
One day, everything will be okay. 

I am creative, and this is me.
I am not normal, and this is me.
I am a free soul, and this is me.
I am myself, and this is fine.

Why should I ever bow to society?
Why should I hate myself for
Not adhering to the impossible?
Why should I not celebrate myself? 

Living in a place where I have to hide
Everything that I am, constantly,
I have learned there is no reason for those
Who are free to not enjoy themselves fully. 

I dance in my freedom, I enjoy it,
I laugh in the face of my burdens,
I cut the ties holding me to the ground,
And I soar above those who detest me. 

I sometimes cry, I may break down,
I am only a human with a torn heart,
What do you expect when you throw your
Burdens on me and expect me to carry them alone? 

But even though I am broken and cracked,
Even though I buckle under everyone’s pain,
I am still me, and I’m okay with this.
I’m okay with being myself.