So much I talked to myself, the words I spoke,
Cruel and hurtful.
I knew my words held power,
I know they do.
But how do I find the courage,
To speak the words that will lift my wings up.
My words hold weight,
And today on my wings they weigh.
I look at myself, my reflection in the water,
And all I see is a scared, losing, pompous soul.
I cried to others to believe in me,
To love me and to find me.
But is this what I have become?
I wipe my tears off,
And look back at my reflection.
I speak, and I speak aloud,
A voice roared inside of me.
I scream at the walls and at the sky,
“I am my own light and my own darkness,”
“And a world resides in me of my own,”
“Of hate and of love, I am made.”
“I may be a loser, but I know who I am,”
“I may be scared, but I know what must I do,”
“And I may be pompous, but now the world will kneel before me.”
“My words will hold me down no more.”
“And I will be my light and the light in the life of others.”
Life Design 