Action: Scene 143

Sometimes the things

We tell ourselves

They’re never really true

But if you tell it long enough

It becomes a part of you

You tell me I’m not good enough

That I’ll never fit this part

You twist and dig

And push and pull

Until it breaks my heart

Someday I know

I’ll find a way

To mend this broken heart

Pick up the

pieces, carry on

And push past through

The dark

Sometimes the things

we tell ourselves

We want them to be true

And if you say it loud enough

It becomes a part of you.