Beginning at the End

Recently gave myself permission to grow.
Unconsciously chose to suppress my glow,
Hesitant to shine, declined to let it show. 
I need to free this energy and let it flow. 
Conditioned to consider a love I used to know,
Made my response to emotional fitness a "no".

Permission granted but that access is denied.
When placing people accordingly, I feel alive.
I'm done living my life just trying to survive. 
I've shed plenty of tears, I'm not afraid to cry.
The rope around my vulnerability, I've untied.
Allowed myself to feel all that I kept inside. 

Gave myself the "go ahead" to solidify lines.
And stand on them properly when I see the signs,
Of the people with a propensity to undermine.
Like helping rumors move across many minds.
You see confrontation and you lack a spine. 
Or cutting down others ideas to fit your design

They say it's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. 
Prioritizing action over courtesy becomes the death of consideration. 
If you don't read the room and account for the whole situation. 
So if you ask for my permission be prepared for an investigation. 
I will no longer allow insufferable humans to crowd my section. 
This is how I'm sort of teaching myself to become a better human.