Coming through the fire, I’m no longer in the game, I’ve grown tired.
Of running in the rat race, it’s time I find my happy place.
No more fussing and cussing, no need to justify my actions; end of discussion.
Time to care about me and mine, I’m done trying to change anyone else,
I’ve done my time.
With no appreciation, I am not a miracle worker.
My story will no longer be a tearjerker.
It will have a happy ending, way better than the beginning.
I have lived and I have learned, these stripes I have diligently earned.
But still, I carry my beauty, shining bright from within. Still determined to win.
But will be sure to do it in style. Look at my face; you won’t see a million miles.
From stress, making me look old. That’s why I have turned cold
to all the games and the lies.
You will see my story in my eyes, but it will be that of success.
As long as I keep being me, I will be blessed
in most things that I do. Trust and believe my words will remain true.
Sit and listen as I tell you my story, it will be about my strife and all about my glory…
– Isis Rain