This is the year I try not to get too petrified
With all of my decisions
Because I’m trying to figure out what
Is best for me

This is the year someone will finally understand
Me
My life, my dreams, my feelings
What I want, what I need, what I can’t reach
Why I’m crying, why I’m hurting, why I’m jealous
Why I’m trying so hard, why I want this so badly
Why I load my head with normal thoughts
To cover up the personal ones

This is the year I wont get walked on
Like a doormat
Or get shoved at the bottom of a backpack
Like a paperback
For being the ‘too nice’ girl;
Where’s my tough shell?
My hard cover?
I’m not weak,
Just nice.

This is the year I’ll take the time to ask myself
Who
Who will make the cut
In my life, who makes me happy, who
Believes I can achieve great things,
Who loves me, who leaves me, who keeps
Me on my toes, who makes me
Reach for more?
The better part of it.

This is the year I’ll toughen up a bit
And won’t feel the need to put Band-Aids on
Everybody’s battle wounds
Except mine.