Are you proud of me?

I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.

I've tried,

I've struggled,

I've fought,

And I've stumbled.

Am I proud of where I am today?

I'm here,

Take me for what I'm worth.

Bruised, yet still fighting on.

I've made my mistakes,

I've held onto hate,

I hope it's not too late for,

For you to say you're proud of me.

I wanted so badly, to be, what you wanted me to be.

I've tried, 

I've struggled,

I've fought,

And I've stumbled.

Am I proud of where I am today?

In the mirror, 

I stared,

Long and hard at myself.

And I admired the scars that marked my skin.

And I wiped, the tears that marked my face.

And I thought:

I am alive.

I am not proud. 

I am alive.

I may not be proud, 

But I am alive.