I am me. Myself. And I.

And no one can take that away from me.

The darkness that covers the Earth at night,

cannot change the fact that yes, my skin is not perfect.

And even though you cannot see it under the vast, empty cloak

The midnight skies offer,

It still has bumps and cracks and red blotches all over.

But no one cares. I don't.

The grades I have--they don't define me.

And that includes the multitude of B's I have 

accumulated over my four years in secondary education.

Don't get me wrong;

I work hard, but my hard is just as much as this.

And I am perfectly content with my best.

I have learned to embrace the fact that I am not perfect.

I am short, you see.

And that is not a problem. 

Because for me, it shows that I am stronger.

For I can hold up as much anger, and passion, and love

as someone twice my height can.

This, I believe, is extraordinary in itself.

I have scars on my body.

Battle wounds, showing that I have fought.

And fought. And fought.

Against the evils of my mind.

The most memorable scars, though,

they are not visible.

These scars live inside my heart and in my mind.

But I have won the battle.

And overcame the lies I repeated to myself.

My insecurities and my flaws make me unique.

And all the struggles I have encountered,

Have only strenghtened and built me.

Four years is a long time,

To live life, hating yourself.

But now I see,

That there is more to me.

Than I had ever known.

Take all of me,

Leave all of me,

It really does not matter.

You will not get me any other way.

I am thankful for this--

For what more is there that you need?

I am me, myself, and I.

I dare you to try and take my happiness away from me.