So many friends I had in that day.

But just as I thought life was oh, so grand;

I tripped on myself and fell flat in the sand.

Slowly, stood I and steadied myself;

As I peered high above at the overhead shelf.

On it were pictures, many children were they;

But I was the chubby one as we played.

Pain came quickly and stuck in my heart;

The jokes, the looks were always a part.

Did I ask to be born with these cursed genes;

That would follow me into my awkward teens?

But they came with me there nonetheless;

And with them I onward daily pressed.

What's this? I'm asked to be someone's bride?

But on that night . . . Oh, where could I hide?

So went my life of sorts I suppose;

A marriage, divorce and another door closed.

And so the torture came and went;

Destruction my path and no where to vent.

There were many ugly, dark-filled days;

I didn't know I could just run away!

It took so much happiness from my life;

As a teen, a mother, a loving wife

Then after many a tiresome year;

Came the truth, but it had always been near.

I saw the person I was born to be;

The cruelest offender was none but me!

Now, I see a woman who's strong and kind;

A better friend can no one find.

My life is mostly spent, I know;

But, alas, I can finally peacefully grow.