I am.

I am.

I am the person who lives.

I am the person who loves.

I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.

I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.

I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.

I am the person who bullies to feel better.

I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.

I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.

I am the person who is bullied for being different.

I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.

I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then
a blessing.

I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.

I am the child who was forgotten.

I am the broken.

I am the hero.

I am the villain.

I am the takers.

I am the givers.

I am the deserving.

I am the bullied.

I am the pressured.

I am the suffering.

I am the surviving.

I am the wishers.

I am the dreamers.

I am the abused.

I am forgotten.

I am human.