I remember trying to dress nice with very little.

I remember trying to impress so I would feel no stress.

I remember those days of being mentally tortured.

I remember being alone. 

I remember thinking maybe if I change, they will change.

But things did not change but stayed the same.

Things stayed the same so i mad another change.

The blood in my veins started to boil.

I lashed out at anyone just to defend my new mask.

It turned into something that was hard to "mask".

That false me is now far in the past.

My future is clear and going to be a blast.

Fresh into college and moving forward rapidly. 

There's no need to be that teen anymore.

It is time for me to fufill my dreams.