I am me

October 29, 2015

I am human

I have imperfections

I don’t listen to nobody

Not to my parents nor my teachers

Stress makes me drink

Giggles cover the pain

I struggle with inside

I am broken

From years of those imperfections

Being brought up by others

From the guilt of never being worthy

Self consciousness coming to the surface

I am hopeful

I know that no matter how hard I mess up

How much my life falters

There is a way

So I am human

And I am broken

My heart desolate

But still I hope

And Pray

Every day gets better

I get stronger

And smarter

And more beautiful

Inside

And out

Because I am human

Because I am me

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