
I know what it is to be wanted
wanted I am
wanted to be this
wanted to be that
But I don't know if I've ever been chosen
Chosen to be me
For me and only me
I don't know if I know what it feels like
to be chosen unequivocally
irrevocably
Unconditionally
Over and Over
Time and Time again
I can't say I've chosen anyone either lately
Actually no
That's not entirely true
I've chosen me
I choose me
And I'm somebody
It's been nothing short of roller-coasteral
I know that's not a word but it felt right
I'm also learning to love the parts of me that don't make sense
Making peace with the fact that they don't have to
There's beauty in it
Truly
I don't have to be more than what I am
I could be
But I don't have to be
I exist all the same
I don't have a name.
About the Creator
Amanda
Angst? Just an esoteric soul wrapped up in 21st-century BS hoping one day it'll make sense where I fit into all of it; one day I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. For now... I write because if I spoke, the words might be lost


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