ACCEPT ME!!

The weight of "sorry" sits upon my tongue, A constant offering, for battles unsung. For edges sharp, or corners not quite square, For being me, and breathing in this air. I tire of the bending, the subtle self-erasure, The molding to a shape that brings more pleasure To eyes that watch, and judgments quick to fly, As if my truest form deserves to die. This weariness descends, a heavy cloak, Each forced concession, another heartstroke I yearn for open arms, a gaze that sees, The soul beneath, just wanting to be at ease. Oh, for that single moment, clear and bright, When "this is me" is met with pure delight. No need to mend, no need to rearrange, Just acceptance whole, a beautiful exchange. For once, I wish the world would understand, The strength it takes to simply take my stand. To be myself, unburdened and set free, And finally, just accepted for being me.