What makes me, me

I maybe fat, but thats not the true me

The true me loves to

Read every kind of book

Sing like no one can hear me

Draw like its my life.

I am unique, i know thats true about everyone

I have been through many up and downs

I have been through many things,

Lived in a car for 2 weeks,

Lost a loved one after only seeing her in person twice,

Had the person who helped me and loved me no matter what go to jail when i needed her most,

Got heartbroken alot of times,

I know more then it looks likes, But i am also the real me.

If people don't like it, it doesn't bother me.

This is me, and I love the way i am, nothing will change that.  

This poem is about: 
Me

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