The Girl I made up

I dressed up my pain in a different name,

Told a story that felt like less shame.

He smiled at the version I made so bright,

But he never saw me cry at night.

I wanted to be her — bold and unbothered,

But she was just armor for a girl who wandered.

Now I’m here in my silence, lost and unsure,

Missing a lie ’cause it felt more secure.

But I’m still that girl — scared but standing,

A heart that breaks and keeps expanding.

I’m not his fantasy, I’m not who I faked,

I’m the one God’s still shaping — make no mistake.

I said I’d quit when it gets too hard,

Now I’m staring at dreams with a bruised heart.

But I know deep down I was called for more,

Even when faith’s lying shattered on the floor.

He didn’t ghost me — he exposed me,

Showed the parts I still hide closely.

And maybe that hurts, but girl, it’s a win —

Because now, the healing can begin.

Yeah, I’m still that girl — messy, holy,

Loving too much and learning slowly.

Not there yet, not quite whole,

But still walking — still fighting — still soul.

I’m not the lie I told to feel loved.

I’m not the girl who quit when it got rough.

I’m the one who feels too deep, loves too hard,

and rises anyway.

I’m the proof that becoming real is worth everything.

And I don’t need anyone to make me feel seen —

I see me now.