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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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