In Order To Be Loved
In order to be loved,
I had to shrink,
I had to erase myself, and
I had to make myself invisible.
In order to be loved,
I put my true self to sleep
In favor of your preferences
Of who you wanted me to be,
Molding myself,
Shaping myself,
Morphing and
Shapeshifting into the form
That I believed would allow me
To receive the most love.
The real me was gone,
Erased,
Removed,
And I became a shell, a puppet
Of your ideas of me,
Just to please you,
Hoping that you would love me,
And you still did not.
That time is past.
Now I stand firmly
In the authentic expression
Of my true power.
Now that I choose to embody myself fully,
Your opinion no longer matters
More than my own.
Like it or not,
This is the true me.
This is my Resurrection.