Now I’ll hold my head high. I’ll take it all on. I’ll let my light shine until glorious dawn. This fistfight I called my life is now my reason I stay alive. I’m not fixed, but I’m found. Breath in. Breathe out. Stay Strong. It’s what I tell myself. These scars stay close. They try and remind To smile back, its in the past, I left it all behind. I’m loved. I’m alive. Breath in. Breath out. Stay strong. I tell this to myself. Breath in. Breath out. I’m loved. I’m alive.
I’ve accepted that I’m just a tad too socially awkward and unorthodox in my behavior to be able to be friends with everyone. That’s okay though, because being socially inadequate makes me, me. And all the people I’ve grown close to up until now love me for it.