I am
They laughed mocked and scorned me. Outcasted, ostracized from the people around me, I may be quiet I may be meek but does not mean I am weak. Alone I am but successful I will become. Though the road may be bumpy does not mean I need your sympathy, even the smallest can come out to be the strongest.I slowly mature no longer who I was and never were, try everyday I might for good things to come to those who have tried.
This poem is about:
Me