Strong The wind pushes

Strong

The wind pushes my hair back 

as the window is rolled down.

I am on my way to school

Thinking this would be a good day.

Walking down the halls Enemies stare me down.

I am strong.

I hear whispers right behind me

I figured they were talking about me 

About the way I look

The things I did

Who I was.

I am strong.

I get pushed into lockers

I am being talked about

I just feel 

I just feel that 

I just feel that why 

I just feel that why be here.

I asked myself that everyday since that.

falling to the floor I remember why I did it.

I feel something, it's as soft as a cloud.

I see them, the people who have been there for me.

They have helped me get through a rough patches in life.

I am here.

Stronger than ever.

Thankful that the Enemies didn't take me down.

I am strong.