Who am I?

Am I the mistakes I made,

The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?

 

Who am I?

Am I a follower of the "in crowd,"

The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?

 

Who am I?

Am I someone who wants to be accepted in society,

Even if it means sacrificing everything I believe in?

 

Who am I?

Am I the bully who put down others

For the sake of some laughter and acknowledgement by so-called friends?

 

Who am I?

I am a shadow, a figment of the past.

I am not who I was then.

 

I once grieve for the things I don't have.

The “hot” body all the boys wanted.

The mass amount of money to spend of superficial trendy materials.

The acknowledgement and popularity, having everyone know my name.

 

So what if I don't have any of these things?

It is shameful that I even cared for these things.

I am not who I was then.

 

What I have now means more then anything,

Anything I tried so hard to have back then.

What I have now is who I am.

 

I am a person who cares deeply about others,

Who wants to learn about other people cultures and religions,

And not someone who makes fun of others for being different.

 

I am a person who wants to be well known,

For standing up for the weak, my hard work,

And standing for what I believe is right.

 

I am a person who believes in my own strengths and in my own beauty.

So I don't need fake people in my life telling me

Who I am.

 

I know who I am now.

I am a survivor,

A fighter who won’t surrender.

 

I am someone who has gained control over my life.

I am someone who have accepted the past.

I am going to make a difference.

 

I am proud of who I am now and where I am going.

I have my own story to write and share to others.

I have flaws but everyone does too.

My flaws are the reasons I strive for a tomorrow.