Dear Library

Dear Library, It's me, Angel, Do you remember me? Of course, you do, For how could one forget? A constant presence, A companion through my highs and lows. I write to express my gratitude, For being my sanctuary in high school, A refuge from the cruelties of others, A source of solace and strength. Amidst the pains of academia, You brought a smile to my face, And made me believe in brighter days. You were my haven, Where I felt safe and secure, A place where my true potential thrived, Where I truly belonged. Within your walls, I could confide, Sharing secrets I dared not tell, To my mother, sister, or closest friend. To the world, I may have seemed selfish and mean, But you knew the real me, You understood my hows and whys. You were my best friend, A confidant when others fell short. I know it may seem sad to some, That my high school years were bleak, But because of you, I found purpose, And every day, I longed to be there. In your embrace, I found respite, Shielded from the bullies' torment, No trembling from fear, No heartbreak from their cruelty. Within your realm, grades were inconsequential, And science held no dominion over me. You accepted me without judgment, Relieving the pain I endured in class. No longer did I fear the taunts of Angie, Clarence, and the others, For my speech, my love for books, my dress code. You were my sanctuary, My guardian angel, You saved me. Back then, when life was overwhelming, When I contemplated surrender, You helped me rediscover my purpose, As I slowly self-destructed. When I felt inadequate, no longer smart, Believing that mediocrity had no place among the brilliant, You rescued me, Showing me a new path, a new light. I know my high school days were far from perfect, But you rescued me in an instant, And I cherish every moment. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, And those trials forged my strength. I wear those scars proudly, A testament to the heroine that emerged, A warrior returned from battle. Life is indeed a battlefield, And high school prepared me for the wars to come. You guided me through those tumultuous years, And I stand before the world today, Delivering a life-changing speech, Grateful for the chance you gave me, For the change you inspired. You saved me, Breathed life into a dying soul, Rescued a girl lost in the depths of her own darkness. You transformed me into an angel, And for that, dear library, I offer my heartfelt thanks. Yours sincerely, Angel