untitled.

I’ve grown into my own skin
but you would never understand
how hard it was to get to this place
and to love the way I am.
The history of the broken hearts
I’ve witnessed and survived
have helped me figure out my role
in this house, this room, this life.
I’ve changed in ways that only I can see
because no one really knew
about all the pain and troubled thoughts
that I have stumbled through.
I’ve always needed someone there
to help and hold my hand
but now I’ve come to realize
its only me who understands.