I’m not weak ‘cos I have depression
Not a mess with all my anxiety
These aren’t just feelings
They certainly aren’t my choice
Just like my short stature or my brown eyes
My mental attributes are just as God-given
And just as enduring as my physical attributes
If it were up to me, I would choose to be healthy inside out
But now that I know myself, I own my flaws and strengths
No matter what you think or say, I refuse to apologize for who I am
I aspire to be unapologetically me someday. I am getting there slowly I think.
What did they teach us in school, Mariah? Slow and steady wins the race. Keep on keeping on!❤️