Sophomore year was not the best.

I tried too hard to please and impress.

I worried about what others thought,

and I accepted that I would never be, "hot."

 

I never slept, I hardly ate,

Sophomore year just wasn't great.

I was always, always, always stressed,

and I wore my heart outside of my chest.

 

I let others tell me who I was,

I learned, the hard way, about lust.

I was smart, but so naive,

and I thought I loved somebody mean.

 

Like a unlocked door, I wasnt secure,

A lot of my feelings had left me unsure.

I tried to hide, like a book on a shelf,

I'd forgotten how to love myself.

 

I let stress be an ocean that tried to drown me,

which left me feeling preety lowsy.

I let tears cloud my eyes,

from what was real and what was lies.

 

On graduation, I said goodbye,

to someone I didnt need in my life.

It was tough, but now I know,

Being me is the best way to go.

 

I'm dedicating my Junior year,

to the girl who always stood in fear.

What others thought, what others said,

it doesn't matter, I matter instead.

 

My smile is my shield and my laughter is my sword.

I guess you could say I'm a warrior of sorts.

I will not let Sophomore year come back,

There's a reason why it's in my past.

 

All the drama, all the tears,

I'm letting it all disappear.

I'm letting my smile sing my song,

Even when I get stuff wrong.

 

I'm smashing that judgemental mirror,

so judge me for what I have in here.