My Identity

I was once a little girl.

I cared nothing more than to have a doll.

One day this doll turned into

a

boy.

And I loved him.

Then this boy

turned into

a man.

And I loved him too.

One day

this man made me

feel

powerful.

I was somebody.

I could do anything.

Because this man was

mine.

I had a sense of purpose.

I was real. I was human.

And if something went wrong,

I ran to him,

and he loved it all away.

A man in my life,

is a distraction of the real me.

A man in my life,

turns me into a person.

A man in my life,

makes me important.

One day

I will have to learn

that a man in my life,

if not careful,

can become a burden to bare.

Best is to be loved,

once you

truly love

yourself.