Here is another one from my teenage years. This was me on a good day I guess when my feistier side was showing through, even still I keep referring to myself a little or mini, words I chose to use because feeling small meant there was less of me to be torn apart or picked at.

A little superwoman in disguise,
A little Superchick of the skies,
A little girl low on confidence,
Trying to find her feet again.
A mini person on the land,
Who could do anything she wanted,
But who was squashed,
By those who were her friends.

But now she’s even more than before,
She’s better than them,
Those who were her friends,
She’s a little Superchick of the skies,
A little superwoman in disguise.

Moving On

I may be weird,
But I own it.
You may not like me,
But I don’t care,
Because I don’t hate you anymore
And you can’t make me either.
It’s always been my choice,
And at first I let you get to me.
But this will stop right now,
Because I’m better than that.
You are the poison,
That I am getting rid of.
You made me into,
Someone I didn’t want to be.
I can’t blame you for all of it,
I’m not completely innocent.
But I’m moving on now,
And you’re still stuck behind me.