Strong

I was back in my old school hall.

As if I'd never even left at all.

And my class had all moved on.

But there I was, stringing along.

I thought that it couldn't be true.

Re-learning what I already knew.

All these years I'd learnt to adapt.

I couldn't leave as I felt trapped.

In a place where they'd put me down.

Carelessly leaving me on the ground.

All these years I held onto the pain.

Recalling days I'd walk through the rain.

Hearing the cruel words inside my head.

Remembering days I wished I was dead.

Believing that I would always be fat.

Coped with food; I regret doing that.

Revenge through success became obsession.

All this did was encourage my depression.

But now it shouldn't even matter anymore.

As I remembered what happened before.

I chose individuality over reputation.

And in the end they called me an inspiration.

So in my dream I left the school once again.

I'm letting go now as I should have back then.

It made me who I am at the end of the day.

As I grew to be the strong woman you know today.