I have grown to fear my shadow
I have aged to hate my own skin
I have rose to frown at my height
I have dreamed to be a lady

I grew and built myself a cage
Walls, made up of others' standards
Chains, made of insecurities
Locks, made of their sick flattery

Then you came, my dear Isabelle
Along with your beauty that runs deep
Heels that echoes your confidence
Unapologetic, loving

You are but imagination
Carefully laid out words, letters
And yet you are more real to me
For you have become my savior

With your whip, my walls crumbled down
With your voice, the chains rattled-broke
With your snark, the locks snapped then gone
I got I chance to live my own.

I have befriended the shadows
I have cherished my amber skin
I stood tall, proud like a soldier
And as a queen in my own right

Isabelle Sophia Lightwood
I can never thank you enough
For you have rekindled my flame
And guided me to find my self

-drei

(Isabelle Sophia "Izzy" Lightwood is a character from Cassandra Clare's books and I have grown fond of her -and of Magnus Bane of course- for I see myself in her somehow. She had made me feel confident in my own skin and style for I too love high heels and 'girly' clothes but is often shamed for it especially when being boyish and uncaring was praised. She made me feel that you could be girly, sexy and badass at the same time. So for girls, guys and everyone out there, go do you and don't let others' standards and opinions second guess yourself and your style.)
© Drei A.