I am..

October 26, 2015

I am..

I am my mothers spitting image

My daddy's little girl

A brunette, vibrant kid

from smile to bouncing brunette curls

But then one day things changed

Now..

I am..

The girl who wanted to fit in

And along the way got lost

Lost not just herself but her best friends

all she wanted to be in with the crowd

But now is breaking on the inside

Just not out loud.

Now..

I am..

I am the girl who didn't give up.

No I didn't give up.

I fixed my past mistakes

So now mommy and daddy

Can say their little girl

believes again in love

not hate

From the ashes I arose

And brought my true self back to life

couldn't get back those friends,

But fought to make it right

I am now strong

I am now me

I am who I am

And that's now, all I ever want to be.

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