I stood so faraway looking at myself as a child,
Watching and wondering as the images play in my mind.
Could this be the reason I have fought so hard to be me,
The life filled with intimidation, ridicule and strife.
It was a meaningless existence at times,
But even then I was fighting to be me.
I watched as I stepped outside myself,
Searching for happiness, support and love.
Only to find they were not to be had.
So as I looked on I knew,
I had to come back to me and be strong.
I fought back the tears and put on a smile,
I was always me even as a child.
by Tammy Ray