And what's my story ?

And what's my story,

I kept asking.

I kept rolling in denial,

In and out years of trial,

Knowing a part-

And forgetting the other,

Liking some,

And those opinions- nice and plump.

And what’s my story

I kept asking,

Sometimes when I lost,

Times when I won.

My story- my biggest distraction,

My will to make it perfect,

Adorned with my survival.

My story of futile denials.

The story of trials.

I never knew how,

Or I didn’t find out when,

My story became me,

The me I saw. The me I feel.

And in this story,

I didn’t have to wait,

Just pick up my pen,

And lay the words straight.

They happened to my story

The way they wanted

My story happened to me

The way I saw it.