Another Love Poem

Have you ever lost the meaning of yourself? Have you ever lost the inspiration to inspire because you are too focused on trying to figure out who you really are?
I think as a child you are told you can be anything you want.
Then you get older and the world gets hateful.
The days spiral down to the mist of your worth.
Monday turns into Tuesday,
Seven turns into Seventeen.
You are suppose to paint a picture of who you are,
but people take your pencil away from you and draw your picture instead.
Labels are put upon you to see only the ounce of what you put out unto the surface.
They do not see the inner core of you.
They do not see what you think about everyday and dream about when you go to sleep,
but labels are put upon your existence anyway to see what your worth is according to them.
All the negative labels represent your weaknesses and are pushed onto you,
and all the positive ones are there to boast you up.
As you grow you start to either grow into those labels or break free unto a scream of fragility.
Why must you call me those nasty things?
How am I stupid to you?
How am I ugly to you?
How am I a _____.
And all of a sudden you hope to see a picture of who you are and finally get to define yourself.
You are beautiful.
Then suddenly you are you.
Suddenly you finally figure out the beautiful smile that you are hiding from the world, and embrace yourself and your differences.
So forget about the labels and be the beautiful picture that you are.
Be yourself and grow into the beautiful body you posses.
Be comfortable in your skin and walk a thousand miles into the shoes you were born to wear.
Love yourself and fall in love with the imperfections that you are.
because the best thing in life is to fall in love with yourself and be happy with you.