For Who I Am
For who I was,
I was not loved.
For who I was,
I was hated.
I was picked on,
because I was me.
I would cry
due to the sorrow.
No one cared
for my fare.
I was blamed
for my own torment.
Who am I,
for you to hate.
Who am I,
but a girl
that blames herself
for i am not perfect.
No more...
I am that girl that hurt herself.
I am that girl that lived through judgemets.
I am that girl who used to cry to sleep.
But no more.
I am the girl who grew to be independent.
I am the girl that stayed strong.
I am the girl that loved herself with or without flaws.
I am that girl.
I am the girl.
I am me.