I Am a Fighter
I pretend that I am someone else
I feel young and lost
I touch the cold metal rail of the bed
I worry is there something wrong with me?
I cry at the thought of a funeral
I am a fighter
I understand something is wrong from the way the doctors are reacting
I say Ill go when I am ready
I dream about being what everyone wants to be -PERFECT
I try to be the best
I hope Ill become the person I want to be
I am a fighter
poem by Chanel Jackson
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