How I felt:

Dad's was yellin' at me for just 'bout everything.

Spoiled brothers used their mouths to get just 'bout anything.

I had a biased, critisizin', alcoholic stepmom,

and a foreign, German, substitute daughter from Vietnam.

 

Miss Independant needed aid, since she was alone.

Told I was never wanted, soon resulted, me on my own.

I tried to make friends, but was always first to speak.

I was counseling "friends" when I needed counseling.

 

My biological mother wasn't there when I needed her,

and my sister was depressed and I barely could see her.

I starved myself, carved myself, was smart, pretty, active.

In my head, "no one will love me if I'm unattractive."

 

Maybe society put me under the wrong influence,

but my problems sculpted me into an stronger human.

 

How I feel:

Now, my family's alright, and I get better everyday.

Dad don't want me to leave and Mom wants me to stay.

I spit out feelings and now people wanna go and listen.

I thank God for all he's done as I become a faithful Christian.

 

I loathed myself then, but I love myself now,

because beauty isn't measured by kilograms or pounds.

I looked only at myself, but now at everyone else;

happiness if found when we work together and help.

 

I don't have a lot of friends, no, I only got ten,

but you only need a few, to get you through, now and then.

I'll do anything to protect my brothers and sister,

and my mom and sis inspired me to be an interpretor.

 

I work hard for my grades, and even harder for my goals,

so that one day I can improve my family and the world.

I am happy right now and I'll be happier later,

I hope my story reminds people that our past can make us greater.