Sometimes I look up to the cloudy sky,
And wonder, why do I have so much stress?
All these problems at home?
Bearly any money?
But no place to go . . .
Why am I still here,
I am only an easy target.
To be made fun of and harassed.
I walk home finding the confidence
So my mom won't see me sad.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really here
Do I even exist?
Or is it my overworked imagination
Telling me this?
I look into the mirror
You are loving
You are caring
You're kind
You're sweet
You're human like the rest of us
So get up on your feet!
I guess money isn't everything
And problems can be solved
People can call me names,
But I'll show them I am strong.
I'll build my self-esteem
To the best it can be.
I'll become something
I become me.
