This Is Me
I am the person
who I was created to be.
I am the person
Anyone can see.
The girl with long black hair
Who has suffered
Unimaginable loss
The type of loss
no one can compare.
I was eight when he was taken
And I was emotionally shaken.
My father, the man who was my hero.
My family says
He would be so proud to see
That not only am I accomplishing so much
I am living out his dream.
I am a warrior.
I am a fighter.
I am strong from what I have endured.
I have fought through so much loss
That I wont give up any opportunity
That comes my way,
Because I know its my special angel
Sending them this way.
This is me with all my scars.
I am the girl that has fought so hard.
The crazy thing is, this is only the beginning.
My life may have had a difficult start,
But its not real life without rough parts.
This is me and the girl the world has shaped to be.
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