I no longer have hate in disguise, nor do I have anger in my eyes.
I see the faces, that left behind no traces, only comfort in the form of spaces.
The days, where I craved grace, just because I felt I needed to catch up to everyone’s pace, are no longer haunting, no longer fearful, no longer there.
I have been freed, freed from their expectations, from the hesitation that watered my frustration.
Only left with myself to comprise.
My need to satisfy
And my dreams to thrive
I, can call myself “me”.