15 Fit the mold

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I had to toss myself into a shape that fits

The minds of those people I call a tribe

I had to bend and break my brunches to be smaller enough

I had to rip of my special roots

And take my petals down one by one

They represent every skill I learned to excel

I had to dim my moon's light

I had to fight my mind, heart and intuition so I can keep same pace as the walking line

I had to put a mask to fit their judgemental minds

I wanted to belong and not be special

Because this feeling of lonely is killing my butterflies

It is easy to be with them and hard to walk away

How do I convince my scared my mind to let go and move forward on our way!

Staying in the same place with Blur vision, trembling hands and a numb tongue

Unsettled whenever I encounter myself alone

I am afraid of taking of the veil on my mind, it is like being naked in front of the world's eyes

But till when I keep having a constant clench in my stomach and a tight chest, heavy shoulders and a broken soul

Till when I keep the flood behind the doors

It's time to sink and Reborn

Glue together the piece of the soul

And decorated it with Stardust

It is time to make a way for the special moon

That ached for many suns ago

It is time to push the closed doors open

And let the tribe go

I am at my Crossroad now

And I pleasantly and with grace embrace the special spirit I was once gifted as a special moon to my life!

Trust that you are the standard you don't need to change for anyone, believe and love yourself and love those who accept you the way you are.

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