Finding My Own Light

Hey, I've been laying low. Healing in my own space.

I've been talking to my shadows. Trying to find a little grace. Four years running

circles. You don't see me like I do. I'm tired of

preaching value when you don't even choose to. I whisper in the dark,

"I'm more than what you think". Every scar's a story I don't need

you to rethink. I've been building walls, but soft like satin skin.

If you can't feel my worth, then where do I begin?

I can't stay with someone who don't see me for me. Throwing all these