in my world there’s no crowd,
asking myself if i’m aloud to be proud.
destined to my silence,
i find peace in my absence.
how absurd to recognize my loneliness,
taunting me behind my abrasiveness.
wishing i could try to change,
often finding myself prearranged.
i have now become my greatest fear,
a woman who’s afraid of her own mirror.
trapping myself in some sense of comfort,
not that i didn’t put forth an effort.
struggling to find my liberation,
first i’ll have to accept my creation.