I've been used,
beaten,
pinned to the ground.

I've been slapped,
ignored,
forgotten.

Yet I still have a smile plastered on my face.

I've been pushed around,
been used as a punching bag,
and lonely.

I've been insulted,
rejected,
made fun of.

It's rare that I laugh,
but I seldom lack a smile.

My past has shaped me in ways I never thought could happen.

I can be alone,
I can be grateful,
I can be happy.

I don't have to worry about my past anymore,
but rather focus on my future.