Alive
Are you proud of me?
I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.
I've tried,
I've struggled,
I've fought,
And I've stumbled.
Am I proud of where I am today?
I'm here,
Take me for what I'm worth.
Bruised, yet still fighting on.
I've made my mistakes,
I've held onto hate,
I hope it's not too late for,
For you to say you're proud of me.
I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.
I've tried,
I've struggled,
I've fought,
And I've stumbled.
Am I proud of where I am today?
In the mirror,
I stared,
Long and hard at myself.
And I admired the scars that marked my skin.
And I wiped, the tears that marked my face.
And I thought:
I am alive.
I am not proud.
I am alive.
I may not be proud,
But I am alive.
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