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.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
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.
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