Being me basically means just that to be me
Entering the world the way I did affect my way of thought
Who can consider themselves to be on the same wavelength as thy
I'm not weird nor normal can people just stop trying to figure me out
I'm apprehensive around my surroundings because I'm mysterious
I'm scared to thrive to my full potential as others may not understand and take me serious
I'm loving because I possess the quality of the Almighty
I'm strong because I've seen and been through the motions of life mentally,emotionally,physically
As a neonatal assumptions of a boy I was
Mother did I betray you by being the female version of what you've imagined
Father the time passed by I've grown up,I've cried till my tears are dried up,I've matured by accepting the fact of you not being there
What did I do to deserve this
Why did I do to become a statistic
My train of thoughts is similar to the milky way just out and flowing and no need of nurturing just acceptance
Shy,quiet,abnormal those adjectives are irrelevant
Like an onion I'm clothed with many layers
Depending on the peeling I can either hurt you till your eyes watered or you could be patient and find the right side to cut me open to the sweet nectar that lies within me
Like the highway I'm running on a million directions with one goal in mind : love
Love not artificial nor for the show but the love that's in depth within my soul that scares me,the love that will willingly protect me from what harm is
Love where just a dash of it daily could brighten up my week
Why do I feel so empty,so incomplete,so lost?
Could love within me be that dead that it allows this feeling to overwhelm me in such depressing way?
I love myself but can I rebirth that love I call sunshine that love that brings me smile,that love that felt amazingly wonderful?
Do I surreptitiously wish that someone will love me the way I desire?
Dear self do I analyze myself thoroughly to understand my purpose,my meaning to this life and to know I'm worth so much more than being given credit for?
Dear self do I analyze myself to know that self loving is the extraordinary feeling that most craves for?
Dear self please don't disappoint me I know that love is what you crave for that love is me which is you
I promise to promote love as if I am staring at it head on
I promise to bloom like the gentle flower that I am
But most of all I promise to forever be me