At last, it is Me

At last

I smile

After years of waiting

And displeasure of counting

Giving up my old skin

Closing behind the rotting bin

Stretching wings wide apart

For the first time, learning the art

Forgetting mocks and boos

Smirking at the glares in amuse

Overcoming weakness, pain

Standing up for myself, bondage slain

Welcoming the new me

Set free

No more afraid, come what may

I’m bold, I mean what I say

I feel, proud, I feel pretty

I feel life, in all it’s beauty

Saying to myself

This is my true self

I breathe, claiming the air

Fully charged to no compare

I look up

And

At last

Again

I smile

She is

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She never came in tiptoes

She came in

Like a raging avalanche

She never asked

Only demanded heftily

She never bothered

Only did what she pleased

She didn’t show love

She said she was a narcisist

She gave no heed to insults

She had the sharpest tongue

She never cared about beauty

She felt she was other-worldly

She never laughed or cried

She either smirked from mockery

Or yelled for answers

She was never with a crowd

She gave lot of self time

She never felt alone

Because she was alone