The laughing and the teasing.

Broken glasses and black eyes.

Childish bullying games since I was in forth grade.

But never once have I cried.

The crying was for my mom. 

Who didn't want me to know.

But every night my dad was in Iraq.

I could hear her through the walls.

Being in a Military family wasn't easy.

Even though he was defending our country.

He sacrificed and missed allot.

And it was up to me to keep us aloft.

I am the eldest of three siblings.

Which left no time for a pity party.

I just shook off the names, and the mean evil games.

That still haunt me to this day.

But who they thought I was wasn't really me.

The real me is more than just glasses and books.

But a girl who loves to sing ,write, dance and cook.

This girl has big dreams, wants to travel the world.

But most of all just hopes to be accepted by the world.

So I guess you can say these events still effect me today.

As far as letting people in to see who I really am.

But as time passes by the curtain slowly falls.

And when it finally does I'll be ready for it all.