I am not ashamed,

Nor am I confused,

About who I am and

Who I've become.

I am neither daughter nor son, 

But somewhere in the middle. 

I am not claimed by my mother, 

yet I am by my brother. 

My life, a whirlwind,

marked by a hurricaine of depression and tears,

has made it through by overcoming fears. 

I am not ashamed, 

though I could go back,

to fix all that that I wish to rehack.

I miss my aunt who I lost in divorce,

but I love my step-mother much more. 

I am proud of my grades that I have pushed to been had,

and I think that I've realized there's not much that I'd take back.