(I’ve been failing at doing this but part of it is about self love and forgiveness so going at my own pace should be okay)

A huge part of this year for me has been remembering that I don’t have to take myself so seriously. It’s okay to like things that are different from what other people like and it’s okay to be interested in things for fun. I don’t have to only be fighting for justice or trying to get into school.

It’s ok if I want to paint and sing and play music.

I didn’t think I could do it

I tried so many times and I just couldn’t budge it

I wanted to for so long but I wasn’t the bravest

I was scared to it would hurt until I finally made it

Now there’s marks on my arms and it ruined my song

There’s whisky and pixies all dead on the lawn

I’m not very good

There’s a lot of things that people tell me I’m good at

But I don’t think I am

I don’t really think I’m good at anything except maybe being loud and scattered and myself

I like to write

I’m not very good

And some people think i should shut up, i should

But I will scream

I will scream

I will scream as loud as I could

And dream

I will dream

I won’t hide under my hood

I like to write

But I’m not very good

But that’s not the point