My time here has been a never ending quest for acceptance.
I smile and move to the beat of the people, but somehow still get stepped on.
I slowly built up a wall to protect myself.
Not allowing life to hurt or even see me.
As the wall grows, I become more insecure and quiet.
Something I never wanted for myself.
My lifes turning upside down, while everyone else seems to be moving forward.
I realize the walls I built have drowned out the sounds of hope and clarity.
As I try breaking them down, getting bruised, collecting cuts that turn into scars,
I'm starting to see what I've been missing all along.
I am my own hope and I am my own dreams.
To cast everything aside would only be me hurting me.
Time will go on without me, as it always has.
People will continue to laugh, dream and succeed without me.
Accepting that everything isn't perfect and you don't know everything, is accepting that you're willing to grow.
I don't know today, tomorrow or even yesterday. I know that right now I'm here, and I'm going to finish this quest of life the best that I can.
I accept me and that's all I need.