What makes me me


In foster care, I've lived a life so untamed,

A world of chaos, where my heart's been blamed.
From home to home, I've been shuffled around,
Never quite finding a place that's truly found.
The memories of my past, they still linger on,
A constant reminder of what I've been shown.
The love and care that I've been denied,
Leaves scars that run deep, and a heart that's tired.
But still, I hold on to hope, a glimmer of light,
A chance that one day, I'll find my way to the right.
To a place where I'm loved, and I'll feel complete,
Where my heart can heal, and my soul can retreat.
For through my journey 's been long and hard,
I know that I'm strong, and I'll never be scarred.
I'll rise above the pain, and I'll shine so bright,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest of nights
  • Author: Bellbell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2023 03:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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