Effervescent, if I did have to pick.
Not by choice, though; I didn’t ask for this.
Unfortunately, some things, to me, stuck.
I had to build walls, never allowed bliss.
There was nothing more I sought after for
Than to be something I wasn’t, to be
Someone else, someone who smiled, something more
Than the small, sad girl they were making me.
I did not ask to turn out like I did,
But I would not ask for it diff’rently.
For that sad girl turned into a strong kid,
And she learned how to take down her walls gently.
This little girl learned how to be alive,
How to live her life, not only survive.