These past 5 weeks, I've grown into someone better than the one I left back home
Back home I left a girl just living each day as if it were her last
It was as if nothing mattered but those that cared
Besides that others feelings didn't matter
I was the girl with a hard shell around her heart
Ready to fight away anybody that tried to take down that shell
Am I your maximum or your minimum?
Why am I asking? When your opinion on that doesn't matter
I strive for the best because of those before me that never got that chance to get where I am today
i have to make a difference in others lives because many people made my journey a lil easier
I was the girl at times that became the shoulders on which you cried but what about me?
Did you ever wonder how I made it through the day or night?
Did my emotions really matter to you or the fact that you wanted to satisfy my desire?
was it because you were absent in my early years?
I would sit and wonder why must you act this way
I look through books but yet find no scientific term to why you do what you do?
Am I all the being that i can be to impact your life and yet still be the girl with the hardshell around her heart
Forever there are those embedded there
R.I.P Mom '95 and Dad '07. Gone but never forgotten
