I told myself I wouldn’t live past sixteen, I felt as if I was a puppet in this world without the strings.

I told myself “ no one will love you “ until I believed it when I was staring at my ceiling at two in the morning.

I told myself I’d never lead up to anything at all crying in my bathroom floor.

Then I realized, this is the worlds stage, you have two choices.

Be an actor who plays the part or be a writer who tells the story

Are you ready?

This is the worlds stage.

What are you going to be?