I love myself.

Three letters transform
“I love myself” to “I loathe myself.”

Daily I choose
what I’ll do. How I’ll clothe myself.

Bright; cheery.
Dull; dreary.

You do you.
And I’ll do me.

If we should
ever disagree,

you do you.
And I’ll do me.

Do you ever feel beaten up, less than, chewed on, spit out?
Wishin’ you could tell a piece of yourself to pack up and get out?

Therapist sayin’ “integration is key.”
Inner monologue responds: “Yo, this freedom ain’t free.”

World screamin’ out THIS HERE IS WHAT YOU NEED!!!
My inner voice whispers: I just want to be me, please.