rip the labels offby, Cassandra
Wash away the memories of those golden days
when all I knew was ignorance and humiliation and
the concept of self-acceptance was always slipping through
You made me think there was something wrong with me,
but I know now that the problem was always you.
I am not what you made of me. I am not your looking glass.
I refuse to reflect back all the things you loathe about yourself.
I step into a world of glitter and glamor,
chaos and laughter, where being different
isn't just okay.
Where I can be myself,
bold and out loud.
I wear my colors proudly,
and I'm not ever going
back inside your
stupid little box.
(rip the labels off.)