For the Record

I got my first phone when I was twelve.
I may have won the battle with my parents, but
I started to lose one with myself.
Endless scrolls led to endless tears, all so I
Could be just like my peers
Living in constant fear of what others would
say, not understanding how those words would
get in my way.
Just like a record sat out in the sun my identity
became warped. But blindly I still believed I
had won.

Just like Icarus I began to fall into a pit where
nobody saw how much I struggled with it all.
When I stood up at the bottom, I started to
realize my problem.
Compare and contrast I’m bound to be last.
I grabbed the walls and started to climb out of
the dark place that took over my mind.

Identity can be lost but can also be found, it
starts with picking yourself up off the ground.
Self discovery and love made me feel free and
suddenly I could see why my parents
protected me.
It’s easy to jump, harder to crawl but now I
know most of us have been through the fall.