Tall
i thought i stood tall
5 foot 5
but in reality;barely alive
eaten away by
the lies
the pain
it was all driving me insane
everyone
screaming,
yelling,
shouting
to move on, it was just the past
but they were right , it was just the past
-the past-
what kept me angry
what kept me from my dreams
what kept me bottled up
all the fights, arguing,
the dreams that couldn’t get out of my head
the thoughts, the memories, the screw ups,
over and over again
Until that one day came
The day where I finally saw the top of the mountain
The light of the tunnel
Tell the world she’s back
The new me was here
And she was here to stay
To take a stand for what was right
Putting my happiness first
And no one could stand in my way
Because now
I Do Stand Tall 5 Foot 5
And I’m fully alive
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