Survivor

Scars scattered on my skin,
Pain storming deep within,
Yet, I am proud to say,
I'm a survivor; 

Catcalls are a norm,
Yet I don't wish to conform,
To the societal rules,
Because I'm a survivor; 

I've seen life at its worst,
I've been through so much that I could burst,
But I won't let them be satisfied,
Because I'm a survivor; 

They say I'm alone,
They think I am prone,
To fall into the shadows called depression;
Oh I'm a survivor; 

They say I'm a poor child,
They say I'll run away wild;
But I won't do anything as such,
Because I'm a survivor; 

They say I'm sugary sweet,
They say I'm a sheep that'll bleat;
Oh they are sadly mistaken,
Because I'm a survivor; 

To you, I may look like harmless,
To you, I may look characterless,
But I'm a fighter through and through;
Life's hit me with a lot of punches,
But you must remember, my darling,
I'm a survivor; 

I don't know,
Whether I'm high or am I low,
What matters the most is,
I'm a survivor; 

In the past few years, I have come across so many people who have so many varied notions about me. These notions are so false, that I feel like screaming at the top of my voice and telling them that I'm not what you all think I am. 

Instead, I figured writing about it would be a dignified response. 

Speaking of dignified, my poem Dignity got published in my school magazine.

I feel really great about it because it's very rare that I get recognition for my work. :)  

Stay awesome as ever, 

Much love, 

Archie.