I am a Survivor
¨You are Ordinary¨ they say
¨You are Weak¨
¨There is nothing left in this world for you¨
My head is spinning, all these hateful words telling me that I can’t
Yes, I have battle scars
But I have won the battle
The battle against myself
And I am…
I am beautiful, I am strong
Your words have done nothing but increase my strength
I have a solid foundation upon which I stand
Why should I work to please you, when I am not pleased with myself?
I am a survivor
I have struggled
I stumbled blindly in the darkness
there was no difference as to whether I was dead or alive
But there was a flicker of candlelight in the distance
and that flame was cultivated into a great fire of passion
And I came out alive
I have seen things, terrible things
And I am…
I am confident
I am myself
And I can finally feel happy being me
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