Anna often worried for her         

The girl she raised 

Open-minded and creative;                                                                                                                                            

She daydreams of a different reality       

Wanting; yet reaching

The gap between others

Is like night and day   

While they shine in the sky 

She learns to glow among the stars                               

She will be alright

Yet, this girl  

Innocent and kind; 

Faced nightmares

Carried her scar on her canvas  

Hiding it in shame

Struggled to speak when others spoke      

Envying the spoken 

Cried when words stabbed  

Fighting, but never hurting  

Still, she stands when others failed to see  

Able to forgive and forget 

She will be alright                                                                                                                                                                 

Still, this girl 

Quiet and observing; 

 Shows her scar with pride 

I will be alright                                                                                                                          

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This poem is actually an autobiography poem about me. This was an assignment, but I felt really proud and I wanted to share it.