All of my poems are relative to me. I am what I write and am not afraid anymore to let it be who I was.

I have the deep feelings, I have the fears, the regrets, the lost morals, the pressure, and I am lost of happy. But does that make me who I am, I think to myself?

I've decided no matter the pain, agony, heartbreak, or uncertainty I go through I will always remember the young woman I've aspired to be.

I've grown wise of my feelings and know how to use them for the greatness of the world.

I've changed and I'm over the shadows in the background telling me it isn't over and I'm not worthy of life.

I'm new, I'm fresh lick hot coffee in the morning waiting to make someone's day revised.

Over the years I've been low, lower than a game of limbo but I've made it back up, I'm strong now, confident, and bold. No one can take who I am away from me because all that happened and all that made me who I am was only my story.

The dark inside finds its way out and forces you to deal with it. Will it take over or am I strong enough to push through? I made it!

Who I am now is a happy, angelic, capable of her issues individual and I'm glad to say, I wouldn't want it to be any other way.