Although self esteem was low, my smile always showed. A reflection of soul, and a mind worth gold. I mine for like-minded people, diamonds of empathy. I stumbled upon teachers, that saw that I was a seeker. Escaped in the schools, I found peace as I roamed. At home I felt like torture, black sheep. Black sheep. But at school I was happy. I was happy. Free as I thought, free when I flirt. Free as a kid. But self esteem was a joke. Just happy to be, for no particular reason. I was broken, teething for attention, and now I still do. Just in a different way, I write and I pursue. I reach for success, as passionate as I do.
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