Queen

almost a year ago, I was sitting in my room
i had the lights off and music screaming over my cry's loud enough to shake the house
I let out battle cry's and attacked all the ugly parts of my body
I did this at least twice a month for 3 years
I did it until I felt drained
and then I went to bed

last year, I looked at myself in the mirror and cried
I couldn't see myself as anything but ugly
convincing myself that there's better
so so much better
thats theres so many pretty girls
and I'm not one of them
I broke a mirror and covered all the mirrors I had with towels
I didn't take pictures
my mom saw my mirrors and called me strange
not beautiful

last year, I wasn't happy
but had convinced myself this is what I deserved
and everyone went along with it
until you came around

it hasn't been long but you've already changed my life
the towels are no longer draped over my mirrors
my battle wounds are now just scars,
just memories,
fading away
my light is never off and my music doesn't scream over me anymore,
I happily sing along with it
I watch myself dance in the mirror and think of you popping your "p" and calling me "perfect"

last year I wrote a poem,
calling myself the princess of a broken kingdom
this year, I'm writing this
I'm writing this and I'm yelling from rooftops
I'm the princess-
soon to be queen-
who rebuilt her throne beside yours and got a new crown
I'm the one that watched my world crumble and who crumbled along with it
but, with you, I'm also the one who built herself and her world back up and better than ever
I'm still here, with you