Proud of Me
I tried a lot to fit in in the days of elementary,
up and down i tried to impress for what seemed like a century
Trips to the mall seemed endless,
always staying in with the new trends
All the name brands i just had to have
to be liked..to be loved..to be noticed
It wasnt until my first year of high school i realized i wasnt for this
This wasnt me, i couldnt be fake anymore
I had to be upfront withmyself..who was i?
Simple. I am me. I am Cassie. Diagnosed with anxiety.
Therapy. No dad, Cassie.
I am loyal, kind, generious.
I am outgoing, bubbly, and a little crazy, Cassie.
I am no good at math, chocolate lover, hot sauce adicated, Cassie.
I am a worry worm, cheer obsessed, and love to laugh, Cassie.
I am a fighter.
I am beautiful me.
And i am proud to be #nofilter
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