I Am Still Becoming

I was born in a mirror that didn’t know my name Every reflection… felt slightly out of frame They told me “this is you”… like it was fact, not guess But my soul kept whispering… “no… not this…” I learned how to smile with a weight on my chest How to pass every test while failing my rest How to laugh in a voice that didn’t feel mine Like I borrowed a body… just killing time Every morning was armor, every night was release Every breath was a war dressed up as peace I wasn’t broken… just buried alive Trying to exist… while learning to survive But something inside me refused to fade A fire that lived through every blade Through every stare, every silent scream There was still a version of me unseen I am not who they told me to be I am every tear that set me free I am the ache, the truth, the fight The spark that survived every night I am the change, the in-between The shattered past, the rising queen Not finished, not perfect, not what I see I am still… becoming me There’s beauty in breaking, they never said In shedding the skin that you thought was dead In choosing yourself when the world looks away In fighting for light when you’ve only known gray Hormones and hope in trembling hands Building a life they don’t understand Every step forward feels fragile and loud But damn… I’ve never been more proud I’ve faced the mirror and didn’t run Saw her staring back… and she’s not done Through all the doubt, through every scar I finally see who I really are I am not who they told me to be I am every tear that set me free I am the ache, the truth, the fight The spark that survived every night I am the change, the in-between The sacred shift they’ve never seen Not finished, not perfect, but finally free I am still… becoming me This life… it’s not just pain or grace It’s every shadow I had to face It’s joy that blooms in the strangest place It’s learning to love my own damn face It’s laughter through tears, it’s loss, it’s fire It’s falling apart, then climbing higher It’s not just who I was or will be It’s every version that lives in me I am everything I’ve been through Every gray sky turned into blue Every wound that taught me how To stand right here, right now I am not a mistake to fix I am more than their labels and tricks Not finished, not perfect finally seen I am still… becoming me And maybe that’s life… Not finding the end… But learning… To begin again… as yourself