I Hate Giving Things Titlesssssssssssss

I hold my sides wearily pondering the lengths and strides I still have to take until I am authentic My lies have become piled so high.... I have a lot of damage repair to do before this struggle is through. Afraid to expose the vulnerable I stare in confusion in front of the looking mirror, trying to distinguish where exactly it was where my smile Lay down, gave up and died. Weakened from my mind's inner war zone turmoil Your compliments are cynical shrapnel to my confidence Rebellious relentless disbelieving that I am what I know I am unique and Pulchritudinous I walk an unsteady line tight rope of apprehensiveness Unconfident I want to let my hair down and just breathe..listen to the drip drop of a waterfall and sleep. I remind myself to Speak with Conviction I know I am no longer powerless dependent on desperately trying to win your approval, you will never be affectionate I will not be Subservient or put myself at risk for the harms way of that subjection Impotent of love you were feeble and weak, feeding on my youth and purity. I resurrected my heart with the my rocket fuel beating life back into my chest. It's a combination of Passion, devotion, infatuation and a couple of years worth of Tears, and sweat It's a metronome of my steadiness Invigorated from my second chance Defiant to self doubt I valiantly confront challenges that used to make me shake in my converse shoes.