Here I am,
What am I doing here?
How did I even get here?
Do I belong here?
Sometimes I am not so sure
I shy away from myself,
get nervous to stand tall
I put myself down.
That needs to stop,
What do you have to say about that?
I tried to give you my heart.
I tried to show you who I was
You backed down
You are no longer around.
Yes I would love to have you here,
but it doesn't seem like you care much for that.
So I choose myself.
I choose to save the only thing I know how to save
I choose me.
You might have not, but I did.
Don't feel bad for me
Don't look down on me with those disapproving eyes
I need to take care of myself
I need to lift my head up,
look into the sky and reach for the stars
It's a shame it never worked
It's a shame you ran
But here I am,
firm in the soil, planting my feet in the ground
I traveled an immense distance for you
I placed my heart in the palm of my hands ready to give it to you
Maybe I made it to easy, maybe I was to fragile for you.
Yes I am a "flower loving artist" as you say
Who does need someone pretty "unique to keep me grounded"
But I'm not worried about that now
I have my head on my shoulders,
I am feeding my heart and nourishing my soul.
I am Here!