Internal war

I was so afraid of what others would say.

I'd wonder if they would look at me in a different way.

I kept fighting this internal war.

Some might think I’m a killer, some might even call me a whore.

Secretly believing that I’m all the things I imagined others might say.

But then one day I asked myself, who are they?

Why should the thoughts of others determine if I can ever feel complete?

Some choose to put up an image as though they have the perfect life, but in private are full of deceit.

It’s impossible to know what someone has done.

I no longer care if I’m accepted or if someone chooses to run.

They can think and say what they must.

In the end it’s my own thoughts I will trust.

They can live their perfect life of lies if that’s how they choose to be.

I will accept what I have done and that will set my mind free.

By: Stephanie Montroy