I am me (poem)

I am a survivor, a fighter

I wonder if I can become more than a disappointment

I hear my family bustling around, always busy

I see men and women dancing through the air

I want to be happy again

I am a survivor, a fighter

I pretend to be bubbly, and lovable

I feel like a speck of dust in a dust storm

I touch this pencil as my thoughts flow

I worry I won’t have someone to love

I cry, they just don’t realize who I am

I am a survivor, a fighter

I understand I can’t be perfect

I say I can try

I dream to be famous

I try to fight on

I hope one day I can leave

I am a survivor, a fighter