For Who I Am

For who I was,

I was not loved.

For who I was,

I was hated.

I was picked on,

because I was me.

 

I would cry

due to the sorrow.

No one cared

for my fare.

 

I was blamed

for my own torment.

 

Who am I,

for you to hate.

Who am I,

but a girl

that blames herself

for i am not perfect.

 

No more...

I am that girl that hurt herself.

I am that girl that lived through judgemets.

I am that girl who used to cry to sleep.

 

But no more.

I am the girl who grew to be independent.

I am the girl that stayed strong.

I am the girl that loved herself with or without flaws.

 

I am that girl.

I am the girl.

I am me.

 

 

 

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