Stronger

I am walking through stone hallways can anyone hear what my soul is dying to purge? They are throwing bricks as I pass. Is it the shoes? The prom queens lies? Is it my refusal? I will not conform. On Wednesdays, my feet leave red prints in the snow. I am hiding in the library. Someone come and find me.... please? I will be strong. I will be me. and though they made me hate what I saw in the mirror, I will not let them define me. They toss bricks, I take the bricks to my tree house, and I build a castle. No one has power over me, no one has power over you. Years later in a Spanish class, his face will look sad, and his shoes will look familiar to me. Whats your name I ask? I smile at the reply. Do you know what a smile could have done for me?