All the tears that I’ve cried,

And the smiles that I’ve hide.

Things about I was insecure,

Now I am utterly sure..

I am not who I used to be,

Or the one I used to think.

The kind of person they think of me,

Or who they wanted me to be.

I am not my name,

Not defined by my grades.

All the problems that I overcame,

All the challenges that I’ve faced..

From all the troubles,

And all the struggles,

All the heartbreaks,

And the efforts..

All the lessons,

Not possessions..

The stronger that I’ve became,

You can say that’s who I am.

© Dreamer

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