I am the winter day. 
The come home from school and run outside to play. 
I am the eyes that saw the pain
Daddy yelling at mommy practically going insane. 
I am the late night tears
From all the screaming & fighting that i had to hear. 
I am the broken mirror 
At age 9 i tried wearing  make up just to feel prettier. 
I am the big heart and helping hands
That never seemed to have one real friend. 
I am the mental breakdown 
But no matter what i was going through the world never seen me frown. 
I am the scale 
I skipped out on meals because i felt like a whale.  
I am the one who stayed strong 
Despite everything in my life i continued moving on.