A small poem to say goodbye to my old life
(I may use this account in the future, but for now, I wont be using it)

Goodbye to the girl who bent to fit,
Who wore a smile that never quite fit.
To the dreams I borrowed, the paths I walked,
In shoes not mine, while silence talked.

Farewell to the masks I wore like skin,
The voices I let echo within.
To the hands I held that never held back,
To the love I chased down a one-way track.

I see now the cage, dressed up as home,
Where I dimmed my light so I wasn’t alone.
But stars aren't meant for shadowed skies,
They burn, they fall, they rise.

So here I stand, with trembling grace,
No longer begging for a place.
I lay to rest what never was true,
The “forever”s that never saw me through.

Thank you, old self, for surviving the storm,
For every cracked edge, every shape you’d transform.
But it’s time to shed, to heal, to grow,
To follow the truth I’ve come to know.

Hello to the wild, the strange, the free,
To the artist, the dreamer, the realest me.
This is my spark, my voice, my turn,
Watch me rise. Watch me burn.