O Self! Just know that I have loved you all
the while. And though I know at times it seems
that I should bust apart at all my seams
my love for you, my self, helps me stand tall.
One finds, in life, one lacks the wherewithall
sometimes to hold on tight to one's own dreams
But I have found that love for self redeems
oneself, emboldening one through the squalls.
Now some might like for us to live in doubt.
Negate self-worth, rely on them alone
and their approval for our happiness.
I say to you: Naysayers? Cast them out
Know that your heart has always been your own
Call up the love that's always been your best.