This Is Me
I am who I am and that’s all I can be.
I’m sick of trying to be, someone other than me.
if you want to know who I am,take a good look.
You can’t read the story without opening the book.
On the first page,a little girl you’ll see.
A little girl that looks,quite similar to me.
She’s got chubby cheeks, brown eyes,
and two ears to soak up all the lies.
She sits atop the stairs, night after night,
Looking down below,seeing her parents fight.
Her brother is there near her side,
He tries to wipe the tears his sister has cried.
Flip the pages,skip ahead a few years,
The girl is little no more, she hangs with her peers.
She puts on her smile, day after day,
And at night she lays her head down to pray.
She prays for a time,when she doesn’t have to cry.
She looks out her window, up to the black sky.
Trapped at home, with no hope for tomorrow
Her body is filled with years of sorrow.
Halfway through the book, she’s on her own.
Her brother is gone, she is now alone.
No one to run to when she got scared,
Facing them alone, she was unprepared.
Time to grow up, no time to hide
No more tears, they have all dried.
Time to step up, time to be brave,
No more being a kid, her childhood away she gave.
Now that little girl is grown, she is strong.
This new strength she has had all along.
She’s no longer afraid to speak her mind.
The words she says aren’t always kind.
She stands her ground,getting in between,
her fighting parents, at the age of sixteen.
He shoves her down, she gets back up,
He doesn’t realize she’s no longer a young pup.
The last chapter begins, that little girl now eighteen,
Just another night, same old routine.
She pushes back, with hatred in her eyes,
“I hate you” loud and clear she cries.
So much anger built up, so much pain
All of these emotions, she just can’t contain.
She slams her fists into the back of her door.
She loses her strength as she collapse to the floor.
I’m that little girl from this story book,
You wouldn’t have known, from one little look.
Just like everyone, I am who I am,
If you don’t like me, I don’t give a damn.
My life has been rough, but don’t pity me,
This is me, and me is who I will always be.
Copyright © Sienna Ethylpen | Year Posted 2013
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