Day 112

Growth

When I was little, I was teased.
I was insecure and awkward.
I didn't know how to speak,
How to say I didn't like it,
How to say I want to go home.
When I was little, I cried. A lot.
I wanted to run.
I wanted to hide.
My closet was my safety zone.

When I was a teenager, I stopped being teased.
I was still insecure and awkward.
I still didn't know how to speak,
How to say I didn't like it,
How to say I want to go home.
When I was a teenager, I cried less.
I didn't want to run.
I didn't want to hide.
My closet was still safe.

Now I am an adult, and I am not teased.
I am still fighting insecurity. I'm winning.
I am still awkward. It's my charm.
I can say what I don't like.
I can say I just want to go home.
Now I am an adult, and I hardly cry.
I don't want to run.
I don't want to hide.
My closet is for clothes.