I am slowly starting to accept that maybe my path is not going to go how I planned,
Maybe at the end of the day, there will be no one there to hold my hand.
Maybe I need to accept the fact that I will never find love,
And that maybe it is not going to be my gift that is sent from above.
I always would wonder why I would never find it like the rest,
And it hurts because I am trying my best.
Maybe sometimes, no matter what you do, your best is not good enough,
At the end of the day, all of that is making you tough.
Maybe I am not finding love, but maybe I am finding so much more,
And maybe there is something else that I need to keep fighting for.
Maybe I am a little too broken to have someone ever love me,
Maybe they see through my mask, and they see the broken parts that I wanted no one to ever see.
Maybe I am realizing that all of that is okay,
And maybe I no longer have to fall apart everyday.
Maybe I have a purpose that is made to take me far,
And maybe I no longer need to pretend that I am okay and try to hide my scars.
I can finally embrace my story,
All of its ups and downs, and all of its failures and glory.
Maybe I have the kind of story that it made to inspire others,
And maybe it no longer needs to feel like such a bother.
I no longer feel the need to pretend to be something that I am not,
And from here on out I am taking control, and I am going to write the plot.
Maybe I have made this a priority for too long,
And maybe I have been looking at this whole thing so wrong.
Maybe it was never that I wasn’t good enough for them, but they were never good enough for
me,
And now I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and that I am finally free.
I feel like for the first time in my life, I am living just for me,
And for the first time in my life, everything is going exactly how I want it to be.