For the longest time,

I didn’t understand myself.

I couldn’t understand myself.

 

But now I am told

By professionals and amateurs

That I’ve known myself all along.

And maybe that’s what I believe too.

 

I have come so far

From being the boy trapped in his mind.

I have learned so much,

But this thought still scratches at the inside of my skull,

Whispering words I know to be true.

 

My battle is far from over,

My crossroads have yet to come.

My star has yet to fade,

My song hasn’t even begun.

 

But that’s okay

It’s beautiful, in fact

Because I know I am not ready

For the obstacles that lie ahead.

But I know myself.

Now more than ever.

And somehow

I’ll be strong.