I am not a half waiting to be whole.

I am a full person with no one to impress. I seek no missing half to complete a mystical puzzle on the board of an unseen God with matchmaking collections and a rate of success.

There is not a hole in me that some person unknown has still not come to fill, and I wait for no one to lead this hovel home into the great beyond of life as if I were blind to what life has for me. What it has not shown doesn’t scare me.

The winding road through the treacherous wood of life is dark and mysterious. This is true, but it is not one I can't handle alone because it is one meant for me to walk, one meant for me to follow through no matter the circumstance.

I may not walk the length of the road of fortune and ailing alone for all eternity, but never will I walk the road without full certainty, waiting to be put together like a vase dropped from the railing.

I am not kept to be swept away.

There is no deed to my heart or my purity to be given on the day I am told to wear white. I need not cross the threshold of some chapel and leave behind the life of something held from me for reasons said to be security.

I am a full person. I am fulfilled, holding onto myself among the people who try to claim pieces, and none but me hold the keys to all the locks I installed when I realized I could hold no dominion over myself or who I would wish to marry.

This is not a car you ask permission to drive but a heart you wish to hold, and you ask someone other than for who this heart beats to keep alive. This heart beats for no one but me, and others won't decide what this heart contains, where this heart will thrive.

How can someone look on from outside of another he meets and say what is inside that heart if he does not rely on surviving only if that heart continues to beat? I am my own, and mine alone, so there is no one who will stake claim to me like land or a piece of meat.

I am not something to be forgotten about.

I am not a statistic or just a little thing you shouldn’t worry about. I am a force of nature, compelling and strong, that will go through everything because I promised someone long passed that I'd make it through.

Numbers don't define or hold me down, but I cannot hide tears when I see what happens to others like me. My strength comes from my suffering and from the pain of those who cannot speak up as I do so breathlessly.

Maybe you can look over my head, but you will not look over me when I see you trample on others' rights and dignity because I have a tendency to knock the knees from under those who overlook people like me.

Little people can do things much better than you ever believe, and I will crawl to the top of the mountain if that's what it takes for every word and second pain of all those hurting to be heard. Very little can be done to keep these little people down when we band together with our pained tears and unheard proverbs. I will not be looked over when I stand with the cries of others in my ears.

I am not different from who I used to be.

I have my sanity and capabilities intact, and, since I'm kind, you can have everything you gave me back since you thought you were consoling me by giving phony facts like saying it's all in my mind, or I'll just never see the truth.

You never believed me when I was struggling under the raging swells of anxiety and depressive tendencies, and so you don’t deserve to stand beside me on the hilltop of my final win against the demons that live inside of me.

There will come a day when you see the mistake you made in dismissing my concerns and telling me that what I felt wasn't real, was wrong, but it's not today. This is the day you are finally free from me and my made up mentally ill song.

Come to me again later on, and you'll see that I say your name no more. Now, I sing of the things that define me, of the raging seas I contain within blue eyes and tan skin. Your name will never leave the shores of my lips; your face will never warm the broken heart in my core.

I am not torn in two because of you.

There will not be another who will try to contain me or control me, for I am as unending as the space between the stars My voice, my thoughts, reach much farther that you think you can be, than you truly ever are.

You are nothing more than a silent scream on the radar of the world I seek to explore and become much more than you ever thought a simple person like me could be.

I will be one who reaches past barriers and walls with injustice and outdated expectations fueling me beyond what anyone thought was attainable and what anyone even thought was out there past the sky, past all your desperate calls.