Betty Or Veronica

I used to think I had it all figured out—sweet, bold, or somewhere in between. But life’s struggles have a way of shifting that. How do you hold onto yourself after losing pieces along the way?

I thought I am a Betty, sweet as can be,
But sometimes I’m a Veronica, wild and free.
Even if I’m chatty, I won’t hide my claws,
I’ll be a little catty, breaking all your laws.

I can dance on tables, sing all night,
Or curl in a cradle, tucked in tight.
That’s how I felt, oh, that’s how I felt—
Once so bold, now the cards have been dealt.

All my hope turned to despair,
What’s the point to share or care?
When the youth of my life should’ve been bright,
A monster came creeping in and stole my light.

Now I just hope to live with that loss,
No clue where I lost the girl boss.
The world didn’t scare me, I held my ground,
Now every whisper feels like a wound.

I pretend I’m grown, I pretend I’m whole,
But it’s just a mask over a fractured soul.
Still, deep inside, there’s a spark I won’t smother,
A dream that whispers: "You'll find another."

So here’s to being Betty with Veronica flair,
A mix of sweet honey and wild, untamed air.
I’ll mend these wounds, I’ll learn to endure,
One step at a time, till I feel secure.

We all face the monsters of our past, but there's always a spark left inside that pushes us to heal. How do you hold onto your essence when life tries to shift you?