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I Survived


I am still alive,

And that’s saying something for me.

I worked through the tears

And it was not all for nothing.

 

So why do people complain

When I say that with pride?

I worked so hard

When others never tried.

 
 

The world was a mess,

So full of confusion and full of stress.

I made it out with my mind,

Know that I did survive.

 

I survived the emotions

That others never felt.

I was all alone,

There was no one else.

 

I survived the crashes

That brought me down to tears.

They bring back the pain

Of all my former years.

 

I accepted that life would be rough

When I could have given up.

I fought to be myself

With the help of no one else.

 

I made it.

I am alive.

Through the depression

I did survive.

 
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Chez

I'm a seventeen-year-old senior. I love to read and write poetry. I write a lot when I'm frustrated and I just want people to understand and/or accept me. I'm rather different to people because I have Asperger's Syndrome. I like to stand out and I'm proud of who I've fought to become. I hope to one day be teacher, but I don't know what subject I'll teach.

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Chez
<p>I wrote this poem when I was honestly pretty frustrated. I just wanted people to understand me or accept me.</p>

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