Don'T Tell Me Who To Be

I viewed myself as worthless Because at the time I was a mess. I look at myself by how I feel. I wish this part of me wasn't real. I feel sorry for myself. It's bad for my health. What do others see, When they look at me? I still have junk that I need to confess, Junk that I still need to address. Happiness is something that someone can steal. People can hit me till I fall down and kneel. You can put me on a shelf and make me look stealth. But from now on, I will see the good in me. So please don't tell me who to be.