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They say, “I am a confuse child,

Medicine will change everything and “it did!”

They say, I am brave, when I speak up—loud

“I am blessed and God, is my everything!”

But deep down inside, ‘I am fragile,

Even when I am afraid, I try to prove myself right,

Prove them wrong, to see the real me,

That God is my everything:

Yet, in their eyes—I am imperfect,

Trying to be, perfect:

They see me as a broken child closed in;

Hold to past ‘haps,’ and the message,

“Jesus is the King, is frightening”

And they are so right, “Who am I—to them?”

“I will always be that broken kid!”

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