Though She Is But Little....
Last year, you could've walked on me
Last year you could've stomped on me,
Last year I was but a grain of sand,
A measley ant among many,
I was barely anything,
Almost nothing,
This year I am strong,
My self esteem so tall,
My confidence a bird that flies,
I am no longer on the ground,
I'm in the sky,
The words that tore me down,
Helped me build who I am now,
Don't tell me I haven't got success,
Because I have,
Now that I am becoming the best of the best,
Perfection is something in which I used to strive,
But now I know,
After so much, much time,
Flaws are perfection,
and now I've learned to accept mine.