I know who I am
But sometimes I'm not sure.
The youger years of my life, I wish were a blure
My depressing past makes me insecure.
Teased, hated, and ostracized
I never saw myself with loving eyes.
Wishing some days I wasn't alive
but through the pain, I knew I had to strive.
Creating my self is what helps me survive.
Seeing myself with optimistic eyes.
I know I am strong enough for whatever arrives.
Creating myself keeps me alive