As I sit here and reflect on what was and what is, so many thoughts demand my attention.

I’ve been broken and I’ve bled, been drug through the mud, been lost and left emotionally alone when they were done.

I’ve shattered and healed and then shattered again, been told I am worthless or that I’m to much trouble to deal with.

I’ve been told to rain it in and keep my opinions to myself, been told to calm down or find a tamer for my bratty self.

But you know what? Fuck all of that straight to fucking hell. Its been a long time coming but I am finally accepting myself.

What I need is understanding, someone to accept me for who I am, someone with patience and compassion to let me learn all of who I am.

I can be loud and obnoxious and I am more self conscious than most, I battle self doubt even when I believe in myself.

But I am who I am and I’m done with thinking I’m wrong, I’m not a project to be fixed or to weak to fight alone.

I’ve climbed mountains, battled my demons, and fought my own wars, I’ve crashed against the rocks and then went back for more.

So, yeah, I’ve got my damage but I have stormed the gates of hell and as far as I’m concerned I wear these scars well.

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