I want to breathe,
I want to be,
I want to be me,
I want to be her.
and I’m not sure if the comparison is
really helping anything, or anyone.
I want to be her, but I’m not sure who
she is now. it’s like hiding among the
bushes, and waiting for someone to see you.
darling, how are they even going to see you,
if they don’t even know that you’re there?
how can they see you if they don’t know that
of course, you don’t know what to say
because it’s the truth. and maybe you need
to stop running in circles and make your voice
maybe, you need to stop running after a boy
that doesn’t see your worth. because, if he
can’t show that he appreciates you now,
when will he ever?
it may hurt, fuck, it hurts like hell.
but, it’s better for it to hurt now than for
you both to go into something with only
one of you giving it your all, putting your
whole, damn heart into it.
and you can cry your heart out
and wait for prince charming, but
prince charming doesn’t exist. you’ve got
to be princess fiona, and get yourself out of
that damn castle yourself. you can’t wait
around for anyone anymore.
be the woman that you know that you can be.
he has nothing on you, men don’t have anything
on you. neither do
and be the woman that you know
that you can be. not because you feel
like you need to, but because you have to.
there is too much pain, hurt, anger,
loneliness, within you, for you to
not do something about it. do something,
be someone and be the woman that you
know that you can be, damn it.
be her, and don’t ever apologise for being her.
be her and don’t ever, apologise for being her.
be her and, don’t ever apologise for being, her.