My Choice

I had a choice.
I could be the girl who let others walk all over her.
Tears running down her face and a broken heart,
Because she gave the wrong people attention.
The girl with bruises,
Because she didn't defend herself
And locked herself in her room,
Because she's afraid of what people say.
But, no.
I'm the girl who speaks her mind
And doesn't let people get in her way.
The one who puts aside her fears to get things done.
I'm the girl who knows
I don't have to fit in to be accepted,
Or talk to certain people to be respected,
Or be a guy to be brave and strong.
I can belong
Without being shaped by society.
I'm the girl who gets what she wants
And paints her own dreams.
I have many years to come,
And it seems like my life just began,
But I already have a future plan.