I Am... Strong

The taunting world,

Calling me all they see me to be.

Damaged.

Outcast.

Sheltered.

I hear these words.

They bounce like a ball,

around in my mind.

But I walk on,

To prove them wrong,

To show them I am more.

Because I am

An individual

My own person.

I may be different,

Damaged.

Outcast.

And Sheltered.

But most of all,

I am strong.