Parts are unrecognisable.

The strive for perfection.

The desire to meet expectations.

Expectations that were a byproduct of the environment and my own disillusion.

Lost before I had the chance to find myself.

I became an alien to the person I am.

The views of everyone else were the rules I structured my life around,

The mould I was trying to fit, the root problem of it all.

A prisoner to the expectations I’d put on myself.

A prisoner in my own head.

A prisoner in a reality that wasn’t real.

A prisoner to the pleasure that came from the pain.

A battle to create a life that was consuming all the energy I needed to escape it.

The reasons why it happened unknown but also so clear.

The reasons why no longer matter.

Accepting that I’ve become the persons I always wanted to be, the person that scared me from the beginning.

Parts are unrecognisable.

How things have changed.

I guess this is life.

It’s giving me what I need.

The time spent truing to rationalise what was, no longer helpful.

I wouldn’t change a thing.

A sense of self-worth based not on how I’m seen or assumed to be.

A sense of self-worth based on how I feel and who I truly am.