sometimes i need to realise,
i am more than the people who left me,
i deserve more than that.
i am not defined by those who don’t stay,
i am defined by me,
and even sometimes that’s not as great.
my mind is a mess,
i am a mess.
but i would rather be a mess with people who care about me,
than a mess with people who are just going to easily give up.
i know when i am down i am not an easy person to be around,
but i can be good too,
i can shine brighter than any star in the sky,
and those who left are missing out on that.
i am better than that,
i am better than temporary people.