Effervescent

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. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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