I am many things

I am a writer and a reader

I am self driven and never do I mind

That my mind is a mess

And rarely makes scene.

I am a soon to be graduate and forensic pathologist

I’m happy and helpful and even have confidence

 

I am so many things

I am friendly and kind

But rarely do I speak my mind

I am determined and patient

But sometimes my mind is vacant

I am a sister and a student

But sometimes I’m excluded

 

And I still try my hardest every single day

But sometimes my mind does stray

To sadder times of guilt and regret.

But now I somewhat accept

Exactly who I am and who I’ll be

Knowing one day I’ll be free

To do as I like and be happy as me

But right now I’m here and right now I’m stuck

Because while I am so many things. I sometimes feel like one

I Can’t get rid of a label I stuck on myself,

 stuck here in my mind

Only an alcoholics broken daughter

 never to be anything more.

 

But one day I’ll see

What everyone else sees in me

And one day I’ll be

So many things