This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
it’s me isn’t it?
i’m the person i’ve wanted to be all along
but i’ve brought shame to my name
and broken every mirror
so i wouldn’t have to look at what i’ve become
the embodiment of love
the sunshine i swallow in the morning
the serotonin i wished for long ago
but who am i now?
i’m not myself but i am
i’m tired i’ve been tired i’llcontinuetobetired
my smile is different
i can see the hope and dreams i wanted for so long
seeping through and ready to infect my body
i’m poisonous i’mfilledwiththejoyofbeingalive
i hated it but i guess i’m in love with my self