Thanks to you.

The tears pull me down,
But the depression broke my fall.
It’s kind of hard being short and walking tall.
It’s hard to breath freely when your chest is heavy.
Head down, shoulders back.
Every day I’m being attacked.
Not physically, but mentally.
Blocking my way of passage.
The message isn’t in the words,
But in the thought.
All my life being taught
What and what not to do.
Why can’t you take your own advice?
Instead of pushing it on me like it will save my life.
I know what is right and what is wrong.
You taught me right all along.
I just need to be who I ought to be,
Not what others think I should be.

Let me be.
Let me be free.
I can fly with this broken wing.
You’ve helped all you can.
I wont forget.
Thanks to you
I made it through.

By: Brittany Baxter