I was brought into this world with no mind of my own,

Seeing time fly by I knew I had no control.

Since the time I remembered I was only just five years old,

Sitting in play time by myself, I was alone.

 

I did'nt get along with others,

To say I was a victim.

Bullying, such a word I learned to loath, it was horrific.

 

I was just five years old, with no mind of my own.

Why was it that no one listened, I will never know.

Just a small little girl wishing for things to change,

So I picked up a pencil and paper, and sat down at my desk.

 

It all started with me just writing how I feel,

Get my emotions on paper, I felt as though I was in charge of the wheel.

 The wheel that would guide me through these hard times,

Just a small little girl, finding new ways to rhyme.

 

As time went on, my vocabulary grew,

I became wiser, understanding, hoping maybe things would change

But the arguments at home, just would'nt go away.

Yet to think this all started with a small simple mind.

 

Me, a girl, who always closed her eyes.

Imagining a place with a deeper meaning, better life, better tone

But this place was so far,

I had no mind of my own.

 

Fifth grade came by, God knew that I was happy.

To graduate with beautiful grades, i was more than overjoyed,

Ecstatic.

 

I had a better understanding of the world,

I realized I had a say,

In the bad things I knew i wanted to go away.

I finally spoke up, it was time, now a powerful young girl,

 

Who can say, she truly does have a mind of her own.