I Am
I am my mothers last child.
I am the shy girl gone wild.
I am the sunshine to rain,
but also an addition to pain.
I am everyones last tear.
I am everyones worst fear.
I am the fire to the wood.
I am the one misunderstood.
I am the one people wished died.
I am the one who's still alive!
Copyright © Monica Nealy | Year Posted 2013
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