No longer needing someone to define me
I have to be the one who defines myself
Longer for someone to tell me am beautiful
When no one is near to give you this recognition
You have to step up and be there for yourself
Telling to yourself and knowing that you are pretty
Searching for something in nothing
Reaching to finding yourself amongst a bunch of confused souls
Not knowing when to call it quits
I now know not to think more about new things
It is what it is..
It was what it shouldn’t have been!