So much time wasted, lost
To the voice in my head
That told me I was unworthy
Of joy, love, freedom to be
Myself. Not that I knew who that was,
Too busy trying to bend, to fit
Into someone else’s mould.
Not that it helped
Because the mould kept changing.
I could never be enough.
Words can’t begin to explain
The relief, the realisation:
I don’t have to fit in a mould,
I can be who I want.
Do I know who that is?
Not quite yet, but I’m finding out,
Giving myself space
To feel that freedom to be
What I denied myself for so long:
Happy, content, unapologetic
In this body that hurts,
That doesn’t fit this world of ours.
We only get one body, one life.
Why waste time fighting myself?
It’s time I found the freedom to be
Myself.
