I Am

by allysonshown

November 5, 2015

I am

I was the tom boy who never really thought girls were cool.

I was the "bad" kid who everyone tried to stay away from.

I was the bully,

the one tearing people down, for no apparent reason.

I was the boss of everyone on the playground,

the queen.

I was the red head,

preferably, "strawberry blonde".

I was the weird and funny girl,

who lived to make everyone laugh.

I was happy and innocent,

ignorance surrounded me.

I was starting highschool,

as the most insecure girl in the whole school.

I was starting to hate every inch of myself.

I was the "why do you always look so sad?'

I was the "What are those scars on your wrists?"

Followed by a, "Oh, it was my cat."

I was the girl who hated her parents,

even thought that was popular being a teen.

I was lost.

I am found.

I am beautiful.

I am the unpopular feminist that knows that everyone is equal no matter what label you have stapled into your skin.

I am uplifting, despite my past of destroying everthing and everyone around me.

And even though I still struggle,

I am forgiving of myself,

because no one can hurt you as bad as the thoughts that are engraved in your head.

I am Allyson,

not whole, but definitely getting there.

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allysonshownNov 5, 2015

I amI was the tom boy who never really thought girls were cool.I was the "bad" kid who everyone tried to stay away from.I was the bully,the one tearing people down, for no apparent reason.I was the boss of everyone on the playground, the queen.I was the red head, preferably, "strawberry blonde".I was the weird and funny girl, who lived to make everyone laugh.I was happy and innocent, ignorance surrounded me.I was starting highschool,as the most insecure girl in the whole school.I was starting to hate every inch of myself.I was the "why do you always look so sad?'I was the "What are those scars on your wrists?"Followed by a, "Oh, it was my cat."I was the girl who hated her parents,even thought that was popular being a teen. I was lost.I am found.I am beautiful.I am the unpopular feminist that knows that everyone is equal no matter what label you have stapled into your skin.I am uplifting, despite my past of destroying everthing and everyone around me.And even though I still struggle,I am forgiving of myself,because no one can hurt you as bad as the thoughts that are engraved in your head.I am Allyson,not whole, but definitely getting there.