Creating Me
I know who I am
But sometimes I'm not sure.
The youger years of my life, I wish were a blure
My depressing past makes me insecure.
Teased, hated, and ostracized
I never saw myself with loving eyes.
Wishing some days I wasn't alive
but through the pain, I knew I had to strive.
Creating my self is what helps me survive.
Seeing myself with optimistic eyes.
I know I am strong enough for whatever arrives.
Creating myself keeps me alive
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I am a senior in high school, I plan on going to college in Tennessee to pursue a degree in Biochemistry.
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