
You cut off your beauty expectations
And now you feel the hurt
The Band-Aid was ripped
And you convince yourself
You no longer get the attention
You prided yourself on
You took away the worth
But YOU
And only YOU
Can feel worthy
And give the love
You deserve
Or else
Your ego
Will always disguise itself
As what you’re worth
Now build back
That self love
You truly deserve
Give yourself
The breath
Worth
You
Deserve
Take this intermission
As time to focus on your
MISSION
To love
Deeper
Harder
Stronger
Braver
Lighter
Unconditionally.
You are more
And have always been more
Than your
Appearance,
So let’s do the work
Before the play begins again.
You’re the star
So let’s not forget your role
Rehearse your lines
Step in line
And let’s give it your all
Because the show must go on
But baby,
You’re your own star
So let’s steal the show
And give yourself that standing ovation
Get into character
You pick the play
Drama
Comedy
Tragedy
Romance
Or you can have it all
And be your own fucking
Heroine
Because this is better
Than anything Broadway
Could offer you
This is life
And there’s not another
Matinee
Unless you’re caught up in rewind
Replaying a play from the past
Why you suffer with depression
Because you came back with the impression
That you’re in a recession
And you’ve fallen into an obsession
With your repression
And with your regression
You forget the inception
A deception
Disguising your perception
That you are
perfection
Wearing all the masks
🎭
You shaved your head
Now it’s time for your ego
To be dead
At least until you comprehend
Who’s on stage
And who’s directing
Do you hold the pen?
The lights?
The rights?
The tights?
Let me ask you this: if you were to write a play or movie about your life, who would play you?
Who would you want portraying you? A celebrity, a stranger or you?
Then stop waiting for someone else to come along and direct your life!!!!!
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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