I have a mouth that’ll ramble on for days about what I believe, about why you’re wrong, about why I am right. I have a mouth that’ll ramble on about how I should and shouldn’t be treated. I have a mentality of a age that is not my own. I have the body of a little girl. I have a heart of a woman who’s loved before, who’s been hurt before. I have a mind that’s seen this and witnessed that. I have these ears that’s heard my crying late at night. I have these eyes, these eyes that have witnessed my own hurting, these eyes that’s witnessed my growth, these eyes that have witnessed my success, these eyes that have witnessed everything I’ve felt, everything I’ve delt with physically, verbally, and mentally. I have this heart that’s never been broken, but has always been sewn back together. I have these knees that have let me fall but have let me stand all over again. I have these hands that have wiped my tears at night when I thought everything in the world was gone and done with. I am strong which is why I am a bitch. I am sensitive which is why I care so much for those I love. I am passionate which is why I put my love into something full force no stoppin’. I am quiet which is why I have so many thoughts running through my mind because they have not yet to be expressed verbally, only mentally. I am loud when needed because I do not take shit from anyone because I believe I deserve the best. I am insecure but that doesn’t mean I am not strong in other ways. I am everything I come off to be and everyone that has hurt me, abandoned me, pushed me away has made me. Made me stronger, made me even more of a bitch, made me even more of a person who won’t take shit from anyone, and has made me into a person who knows exactly what she is worth.