see me as i am

i am so tired

of being ashamed

of my body

of my identity

of my pain

i am so tired

of always giving in

to everyone who says

you are utterly broken

i am so tired

of caring so much

about disappointing someone

who has disappointed me

a thousand times

i am so tired

of loving this person

so much

when they wouldn’t love me the same

if they knew who i loved

i am so tired

of never being enough

of being seen as broken

as something to be fixed

why can’t they tell me

you are enough

you don’t have to fit

what people say you should be

why can’t they love me the same?

yes i’ve changed

but can’t they see i’m happier

even if i’ve found hope in a new place?

can’t they see me

as i am?