I was a child
growing up with little hope
little pride
my little heart ached
It stayed the same through my teenage years
trapping my thoughts
confusing myself with my own voices
I wasn't okay
and I didn't want the help
The help was the same
Repetitive words
different therapists
Then, recently,
there it was
my shining armor
My reason for striving
And it all came from me
Not God,
Not anyone, but me
It took me many years to figure this out
My positive mind took over
Now, I am valuable
I am excelling
I am confident
I am beautiful