Poem - The Problem

The Problem

I saw myself

As a problem

That needed fixed

That needed someone

To flick a switch

And turn me into

Someone else

Someone normal

Without all the doubts

The neuroses

And the pain

But what I got

Was acceptance

A realisation

That being me

Is not the problem

I’m pretty cool

I’m capable

Of having a life

And letting myself

Feel everything

Without judgement

Without pain

Just me

Being me

My messy, fabulous, authentic, joyous, irrepressible self