There are days I hate being myself
Days when I hate that I am me,
Days when I want to disappear forever
Days when I feel like dying,
Days I strive to live just as much.
And if ever I find moments,
Moments where I feel happiness
Perhaps it’s alright to stop;
To stop and enjoy it for a while.

These moments won’t ever come again;
Moments where I stand in front of the vast ocean,
Moments when the salty sea breeze weaves through my hair,
Moments of stark clarity,
Moments where I finally answer the question of my soul.
So I ask myself again, am I happy?
Yes, yes I am.
The tears might flow now and then,
But I will be sure to wipe them away.

Standing at the edge of the world I know,
I know I’ll fall again,
I know I’ll make mistakes,
I know I’ll be covered in bruises,
I know I will have new scars.
But leaves fall
To make way for spring
Stars fall too,
And I wish on those falling stars.

I looked into her hazel eyes;
Eyes that held a depth unknown,
Eyes that dripped honey,
Eyes that devoured everything they saw,
Eyes that pierced right into my soul.
She stared right back at me,
Silent, waiting.
The mirror asked, who is she?
I smiled softly, she is me.

I finally fell in love;
Fell for the one who needs my love the most.
Fell for this not so perfect, but so beautiful me.
Fell for this radiant me,
Fell for this precious soul of mine.
Loving myself might have been harder,
Than loving someone else.
But I choose to love myself anyway,
I choose to love myself every day.

Whatever people may say, it’s alright;
It’s alright to not have a dream,
It’s alright to not know the destination.
It’s alright to take time,
It’s alright to live a little.
Even if things look bleak,
I believe the times will change.
If I strive on,
The end will be great.

I wait, wait for my wings to unfold.
Wings gifted by the dark,
Wings headed for the light,
Wings trembling in the cold dawn,
Wings spreading towards the infinite sky.
Though it’s hard and it hurts
This is just the first flight.
Whatever night may swallow me now,
I will be the moon dancing among the stars.

And this day will also come to an end just like all the others;
Like rose petals fade,
Like cherry blossoms scatter in the wind,
Like the morning dew dries on the leaves,
Like all those countless little moments.
No season, no darkness is eternal.
When the clock strikes midnight,
And when the dusk finally fades,
There will be a new dawn upon the horizon.