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Lonely Star


Can’t seem to find a pack because she feels left out.

Can’t seem to fit in because people say “No!”

Can’t see herself at her dream college.

What more can she do to impress you?

To grant what you wish of her to be?

The Lonely Star stands on her own

Except

She has family and friends who love her.

She doesn’t see it.

While her family is out making her smile,

She is inside making herself die.

I am a Mexican-American girl!

And I will not stand the judgement given.


I am a Mexican-American girl!

A simple pearl

No shine and no fortune!

I am not a mattress that Welcomes you to my Mind!

I am not that girl who gets bullied!

I am the one who suffered

Learning that self-harm solves nothing

But ends something!

I’ve had the chance to struggle

To be told I wasn’t good enough.

It’s time to fight the time and others.


I am a powerful person.

I have fallen into a pit of fire

But

I am now at my highest peak.

I threw away the Devils belongings

And welcomed the halo on my Angel's head.

No longer will I stand in flames

Burning my life away.

I am the one in the looking glass

Who sees the path leading to the future.

The one who will not be defeated by a simple fear.

I am a strong girl who will succeed.

A bullet won’t take me down into the pit of blood

Leading to an endless darkness.


I am a future student at Regis University

Studying to be a surgeon.

My future keeps me going

But-

My loved ones pick me up when I fall.

Most importantly..

I have myself to pick up.

No wolf pack to be called “my family.”

Independent but dependent!

I will look ahead and not be teared down.

A blade will not break my confidence no more.


The lonely wolf will no longer exist

Because the suffering has ended.

I am me, and

I will not be told I can’t do it.

Call me what you want.

It won’t change who I am…

I am a Mexican-American girl

A Chicana.

A Latina.

An American.

Yo soy la persona que soy ahorita!

I Am Me!

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