I am...

I am...

The girl who was always too trusting.

Until given a reason not to, but even then gave chance after chance.

putting others happiness before herself, 

then lost who she was in efforts to make others happy.

Until her heart grew tired and she could not do it no longer.

She finally put herself first.

I am...

She who has found happiness within her own skin and bones.

She who does not reply on the opinions of others to give her satisfaction.

She who expresses herself in ways to make herself happy.

She who does things for herself and is active in her school.

She who shift with the tides of life and flows with what may.

She who does not need another person to be happy.

I am Independent. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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