Is it that hard to believe I’m happy being me
My emotional ups and downs present only in my head and in these words placed into stories.
If you knew me you would not recognize me from my scriptured thoughts.
This part of me only visible to very few.
Seeing body and ink, rarely the two combine
I’m in control of my path and will not let the world get to me
My words are an escape from the conversation of thoughts in my head
Analyzing the environments I’m submersed in
I find peace in music
Plunking on the piano and enjoying sweet melodies
Getting lost in nature, surrounded by nothing
No one, not a sound
I am strong and sturdy
Taking pleasure in the small things in life
Living each moment in turn