I was convinced that the me I saw in the mirror wasn't good enough,
That I was not fit for any of the rolls they threw my way.
It was the names they called me, so degrading and painfully hating-
I tried seeing the light behind the names given to me.
So as I did exactly that, I now see the true me.
This body that I'm caged in is nothing but fine and beautiful;
I am not dumb or stupid, for how much knowledge can a teenager hold?
I'm convinced that the me I see in the mirror is plenty good enough.
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