Who am I
Who am I behind this smile?
Surely a female with no style
Neither a female who is planning to walk down an isle.
No I'm not that girl who gets the world
I'm that female who was able to defeat the world
The negativity, I recieved throughout my life was like elcetricity, it was so powerful, there was no reason for me to be hopeful.
Being discouraged, being blammed for, being harrased, is how I had to live my past.
I wanted to be protected not neglected.
I took the chance and the results were so unexpected.
I was tired of being a sex slave so opened up and began pray asking for guidance on what to say.
I prayed and prayed and waited for an answer but was like God wasn't working faster.
I took it up in my own hands, went to officers and began to tell them about the monster.
My life change forever
I thought me opening up was going to cause me to feel better.
I thought I was finnally going to feel alive, and rise to the top of the skies.
Boy was I wrong, but good thing I was able to stay strong
The hatred was so real, suicude was my tnext field
Taking a razor to my skin everyday, just hoping one day to fade away
Eventually I learned time goes on and nothing last forever
I sit here today still feeling affected by my past, trying my best to move past the rest
Tears filling my eyes as I sit here and write about my past.
Just wondering how my life would be if I never had to expreience this destruction.
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