I am......Bre
There are no words that decribes me
So i say that im simply bre
Me being born was bitter sweet
And i've never consider myself amazing
But here I am
People look down on me but I dont give a damn
Trial and tribulations
Will always be the foundation
To who you are
And I know i wil go far
I would call myself beautiul
But I've always been told
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder "
But I always say then let me see your eyes to see what you see in me
Becuase maybe if my mom loved me and my daddy cared enough to see
That his friends were touching me
Then maybe.......just maybe i will be more than Bre
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