The real meA Poem by ARpoetry
I'm broken, damaged
Chewed and spit out The world has stained me My heart has been shattered Will I be accepted? Am I too damaged? I've worked so hard To become better than I was yesterday I have picked up the pieces, To my heart I embrace my life I allow myself to feel I let my energy flow I don't want to hide anymore I want you to see the real me The one who has battle scars The one who fought and conquered The girl who made mistakes Who made a mess of her life But cleaned up the mess That woman who is breaking free The real me
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