I think for so long I felt it was me
I often would go out of my way to please
because I had been made to believe
that I was difficult to love
when you are a little rough around the edges
there's more for people to contend with
when covered in thorns that require gloves
a work in progress a uniquely beautiful mess
imperfections are charming at first at best
but require delicate hands
longing to be free I grew tired of shedding tears
over things that would not cry for me
accepting the choices I make
others do not need to understand
so lately I've been learning to love myself first
unaffected by what others think of my worth
proud of how much I have changed and grown
no longer do the actions of others
plant seeds of doubt towards my own
I have found within myself the confidence to stand alone
I have sacrificed and given up
compromised on far too much
to let anyone taint with bitterness
all that I have worked for
because to truly love someone comes with ease
I refuse to believe the exception is me
rough edges, battle scars and all
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