I’m a fucked up mess. And that’s ok.
I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m angry, I want to leave I long to stay.
I’m girly, I swish I swoon I sway
I’m aggressive, sexual, I long to play.
I’m full of the knowledge of the Earth yet I know nothing
I want to cry from pain and feel the joy to sing.
I’m a roller coaster, a carousel, a water slide
I long to be seen as I am yet want to hide.
I’m confused I overthink I am so lost
I’m scared I over feel and cover this at all costs.
I am the women before me and the men to come
Adored by those that truly love me feared and hated by some.
I am so small desperate to leave a legacy yet here for Just a minute
I’m the universe incarnate in such a small space and as such infinite.
I am the collective and yet the individual
Full of fire burning within my ritual.
I’m struggling in this body I’m learning I stumble I fall
I am life perfect in my imperfections beneath it all.
I act like it doesn’t matter whether you truly know me
Yet try to be something I’m not to avoid being lonely.
I push away my energy giving it stories of who I used to be
Yet, in turn, I neglect and hurt the true inner me.
I change with the weather where the moon lies affect my being
To know where I am, have been, could go the blessing and curse of my seeing.
Each day so totally different I can no longer hold down my way
For I’m a fucked up emotional mess
and do you know what, that’s ok.