The lines around my eyes that hides the pain I’ve been in…

But I don’t think about my lines the same way I did.

Now I like my lines.

They remind me of where I’ve been and where I don’t wanna go ever again.

They remind me of how many lies I told myself and how that lead to a lot of shitty situations, and that made me really frustrated and the frustration got big and it caused me to do a lot of crazy things, and those things lead to more of the same things.

But then I realized how my lies were causing the lines and so I stopped lying, and started telling the truth.

And now I know that life doesn’t have to be full of sad stories and a lot of struggle.

Now I know that that’s a choice and so now I choose to tell a new story about living a good life.

And so I am.

And the lines on my face keep me in alignment to staying true to who I am, so that I never lie again about how happy I am.