Will I Ever Love Myself

Will I ever love myself?

Or will I always be on the shelf?

I look in the mirror and see.

Someone who's not quite me.

 

I try to change, to be better.

But it seems like an endless letter.

Of things I need to do

To be someone who's true.

 

But maybe that's the point.

To be someone who's not just a joint

Of pieces put together

But someone who's weathered.

 

The storms of life and come out strong.

Someone who knows where they belong.

And that person is me.

The one who's finally free.

 

Free from the chains of doubt and fear

Free from the need to always be nearby.

Someone else, someone new

Because now I know what to do

I'll love myself, just as I am.

And that will be my greatest plan.

To live life with joy and grace

And a smile on my face.