Sometimes, I stop and think,

Who am I?


There so many answers,

The girl with red hair and freckles.

Or is it the girl who crys...a lot?

Who am I?


Do people see me as who I could be,

Or who I am? 

Do they know?

Who am I?


Okay, so I know that I AM 17,

and I AM a senior.

I know that I AM a daughter.

But what really defines me are the choices I've made,


So who am I?


Growing up with two parents who love me more than they love themselves,

I've never needed or wanted anything. 

I AM happy, or at least at this current moment. 

Who am I?


Okay, deep breath...

Think of a square,

like the therapist said.

1, 2, 3, 4, in.

1, 2, 3, 4 out.

Who am I?


I AM a girl who trys her best, 

I AM someone who's been on a journey (really more like a rollarcoaster).

I AM recovering from depression and handling my anxiety.

I AM finally seeing the light,

And I AM going to make it.

That's all that counts

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