A Beautiful Mess

I used to be the girl that said I was fine,
While begging for someone to see the pain that laced my worn lie.
I was a beautiful mess from the inside out,
Composed of silent screams begging to be heard shouts.
I'd lay there falling in reverse, my insecurities eating my soul
With a feeling of emptiness getting so old.
With a broken heart, I'd point fingers and blame
Everyone but me for the hurting and internal flames.
Sleepless nights? I've had my fair share.
I'd stay awake to keep away from dreams and haunting memories that lay there.
When I finally let go and took a chance to breathe,
I came to terms and accepted life's reality.
I took a glance in a mirror, and much to my dismay,
A teary eyed stranger was starting at me.
Deep in her eyes, I saw a girl who was strong,
A girl who was willful and broken too long.
She took a deep breath and managed a smile,
A sight that had refrained from taking place in a while.
She stood tall and confidence seeped through her pores,
Others would rule her life no more.
With a new spark of joy, ignited in her blue eyes
She tool a step back and happily realized,
"Who is that girl in the mirror that I see?
That crazy, beautiful mess is just silly ole me."
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