My Life...

Beatened til flowers bloomed,

But it was necessary to be groomed.

Cried til my tears became diamonds,

So instead, I saved them for chocolate-covered almonds.

Laughing is what I do,

But smiling is what is due.

It's true,

That music heals 

When you're blue 

So we'll wait for what the future reveals...

This poem is about: 
Me

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