Makes Me, Me
These wretched scars that mark my arms are apart of me
Every tear I shed
Every thought, that I think upon
Every smile that has come upon my face
Every moment that I'm alive makes me, me
Every word that's been spoken whether good or bad
Things I regret but can't take back, I can't go back
and erase my past
I can't go back and erase my scars, because that's apart of me
All of my imperfections makes me, me
Sure I can try and cover up, but still the memories stay
That's something I can't cover up
I can't lie about it because memories makes me, me
Though my past is left behind and I may dwell on things that I wish were never done
I may have encouraged those when I needed encouragement myself
Putting others before myself, my actions good or bad makes me, me
My anger that boils on the inside
My shame I tried to hide behind
My thoughts that brings dissatisfaction to my body
left feeling alone, hurt, misunderstood
My feelings may overwhelm me, but all my feelings makes me, me
You may not know me but who I decide to show or put forth makes me, me
When I wake up and look into the mirror I see a broken, lost, soul
trapped in wanting to be free but is to afraid to leave
a place where it's been at for too long
Decisions I made in the past good or bad
The things I chase after
My heart's cry, the little voice that's inside
It never lies
I avoid change, but I do understand that I'm in need
When I know I'm in need I'll suck up my pride, that's a part of me you'll barely see, but to admit it makes me, me
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