To M

How can I accept the things I can not change

When I was never heard

Throughout all of my life I was claimed to be disturbed

Misunderstood is an understatement

It’s okay though because I’m not the one whom your head had to pay rent

While in the meantime I had to rearrange mine for others to suit their needs

Because to them all I was, was a bag full of deeds

How can you assume that you ever met the real me when I hadn’t even bloomed?

I sat and turned until my emotions couldn’t escape which lead my souls to be burned

I took the ashes of what I once was and am churning them into what I will become

To those who once knew me

That woman you see is no longer real in your memory

I have spiraled out of the dark back into the light then back to the dark

To become who I must be and I will leave my mark