One Word

Everyone is unique in their own way,

But I; dear Reader, strive for it.

The Past shapes us and develops us,

Like a teacher does to a student.

If we grow up in a broken home,

We grow old in a solid haven.

If we were the ones ignored,

We become the best listeners.

If we were the quiet ones,

We are the writers of today.

One word to describe us,

Remade. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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