You must think that I am like the others before
Who coat hung themselves to you yearning to not be forgotten and left trampled on the ground
I am of a different sort.
Before reaching to you, I am grounded in myself
You are not a raft boat that I am searching for in this sea because I am not drowning
I learned how to swim for myself long before you reached out benevolently
Do not think you are saving a damsel in distress because I am the hero in my own story
This road to self love was not easy so dismiss any notion that I will just hand over my individuality.