Lost, Tired, Crumbled, Alone
Looking for validation everywhere
Today I decide to look at myself, through my eyes,
For there are enough who misread my words.
Who see my courage to stand up for myself as disrespectful.
There are enough who judge my numbness as rude.
Or my resilient silence as weakness
My hard earned accomplishments as rebellious
My quiet patience as indecisive.
Or even mistake my boundaries as negotiable
But not today
Today I define who I am,
Determined to grow into the best version of myself
only halfway there…
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 