Who I Use To Be..

I have been through Hell and back. I thought I could trust the ones I love, but I can't. I was stabbed in the back. I feel alone in this crazy and messed up world. I've grown into the person I thought I'd never come to know. I am not the same person that I used to be. I've changed my identity. I now am strong because of the struggles I have overcome. And learned to trust no one. Not even my loved ones. Because in the end, the only one you can trust is yourself and no one else. I am who I am because of pain and distrust and I left who I used to be behind me in the dust..

This poem is about: 
My family


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