It is so hard to be more than a shadow of ourselves
To believe we are more than just bones, a brain walking on stilts.
We imagine we can change almost anything,
And all the time we are running.
What are we running from?
Why are we so bent on change -
That a pound less will somehow make us more
In the eyes of others?
In truth we run from ourselves,
The fear of who we are inside.
We have confined ourselves of failure,
Not at any particular thing -
But the failure to be ourselves.
Are we good enough? Do we fit the bill?
But all the time we starve,
All the time we blindly cut away our bodies,
The Us is still within us,
And it always will be.
You can't starve away your personality,
Your Self.
In order to find our peace,
We have to find ourselves.
Who we are and what we mean,
What lies beneath the bones.
We need to find the courage to accept us,
What we do and feel,
Accept that we are ourselves,
And that we are at our most beautiful
When we are just us.
