In a way, I am my own protector 
In a way, I am my own provider
In a way, I am my own support, my own backhand to fall back on
In many ways, I am the only one I can trust
In many ways, I am the only one who's true to me
I guess all I really have is me

Me 
Myself 
And 
I, they say
Well I guess that's what happens when life doesn't go the expected way

When you really connect it all together 
It is, and has always been me for me
It is always I
Me who protects what's within
Me who makes it happen when others don't   
Me running nowhere else but to me
Me seeking aid through the thoughts within
Because who is really there?
Who else really cares? 
Who else would understand?

As far as I am concerned it is me against it all
Me that will catch me when I fall
Me to hold up that wall of protection 
Me to keep up the act of perfection 
Me to earn all that I yearn for
Me to maintain that strength at core

Only me
It is me alone
I am in the fight with nothing but my presence
Nothing but my utter full existence 
My soul, heart and mind
I depend on the artillery of what makes me
Rather focus on the fact that all really I have, is me

Aleya Payton
She/Her