Believe in Yourself

Maybe it's a good thing that when I was a child,

I didn't know what I know now.

That you weren't my protector.

You were my jailer.

That you didn't love,

you merely tolerated.

When you even knew I was around.

I won't grieve.

You gave me a false sense of self.

Or maybe I had no sense of self.

I wasn't me,

I was trying to be someone else.

Now you're gone.

I won't grieve.

Because I haven't really lost anything.

I've gained a new perspective.

I am worthy of love.

I don't have to be perfect.

I can just be me.

What you think no longer matters.