Strung together
Words strung together by frail string
Many years have worn it down
But it still keeps going on and on
Words are knotted into sentences
They all intertwine into my story
A book with a flimsy skin cover
Not many people take the time
To look at my torn old pages
They just glance at my surface
The mask I wear to hide the truth
My grades must mean I'm smart
But they don't see all that takes
The many sleepless nights and
Constant criticism from myself
Using studying all day to ignore
The pain of not being wanted
My body is 'small' so I must love it
But they don't see what I've done
The countless meals I didn't eat
The words that pierced my mind
It didn't matter what was lost
I could never be 'small' enough
My tears must mean I'm weak
But they don't see how I changed
I've worked so hard to get here
Ive waged wars with myself
Using swords made of letters
It took years but I finally won
If only they would take the time
To read every detail of my story
They'd never see me the same way
Each word in my life displays
How I've fought to become
Who I am
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