To the me I was supposed to be, Who is she really? The one who made all the right choices, And played life safe? Is there such thing as a bad decision, Or are they just decisions not accepted? I walked my walked, And talked to much of the talk. I said more than I should, And did more than I'm willing to repeat. But I repented from it all, And turned away from most, And hide from none of it. To the me I am, because she is who I am supposed to be. Like a butterfly, There are stages. And I wouldn't take them back. Shame has no home in my past memories, Or current thoughts. Because every decision was accepted, How else would I see the next step? Like a line printed in my story, unerasable. So why try? Self-love is the "me" my decisions made, Rather, I currently agree or not. Seeing myself for who I am, Beautifully and uniquely made. Flaws are accents, And fails are decor. I'm getting back to seeing me, Without fear or doubts. So, I will be better the next day, And the day after that. The me that dances in today, Because I've learned yesterday, And I understand tomorrow isn't promised. And I am the me I'm supposed to be!