This my past,
my history,
my story.
it's not my fault.
it's not because of me.
it doesn't have to be what defines my future.
I am lovable, I am worthy of care. and that glimmer of light, it makes all the difference.
the glimmers of light, give me hope, that someday, my summer will come.
you don't remember my story, all you can think about,
is your own.
you can not heal me. you're not a healer. you can not save me, or hide me.
this is my story, I have to make peace with it.
once upon a time, there was a girl, who was being torn apart, and between the homes, she learned not to trust, to always have her guard up.
