If I could do it all again, I would care less of what you think.
I would be brave, I would be strong, I’d see your face and wouldn’t shrink.
If I could do it all again, and I saw your bitter eyes.
I would ask you where you’ve been, and why your smile always seems to lie.
If I could do it all again, I would dodge those words you hurled at me.
Or I would smile and wish you well behind my gritted teeth.
You took my glasses once because you didn’t want me to see
that all this time you were the broken one, laced in all your insecurities.
Actually if I could do it all again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because I’m exactly where I want, and I’m exactly who I choose to be.
So thank-you for being rude.
Because without you, I might not be me.
Poem by Megan Graham