My mother would describe me as her mini me.
My friends call me loyal, protective, fierce; and I keep close those who have stood by me in the times when I needed a hand.
I remember a time when I couldn't. See anyway out of the darkness and despair that I was wrapped in.
My world was Topsy turvy and I couldn't see anyway away from my tears.
It was my true friends who pulled me out of my funk and back into reality.
They would say to me... 'Words are just that, and they'll only hurt you for as long as you let me them' or 'The pain will only last for so long, but you're strong enough to get through it.'
... And then the 'haters'. 'You're such a know it all', 'Girl, you do too much', 'You're such a know it all'
My friends helped keep my head high, to forget the haters and to triumph over the trials I may face.
I hear those who are afraid to speak, and I feel the regrets we all share.
I taste the pain and doubts like a bitterness in my mouth as I try to do my best and help those around me do the same.
I love unconditionally.
I speak softly when words are needed, and share the silence when they're not.
I am strong, but I want to become stronger.
I dream of better days; of days when I can claim my heart to be full and not wanting of material things. I will attain the fortunes of my heart and I will try and try again until I get there.
I am afraid of nothing but fear itself, for fear is the roadblock to greater potential.
But I will overcome that fear.
I declare to you, and to the world; that I am whoever I want to be.
I am me, and this is exactly who I'm to be.
