The Fighter

She’s a fighter says the bruises on her arms,

Which were got for standing up for herself

She was a true friend say the people who left her behind,

Regretting why they left

She was a brave person says the loud voice,

Which had stood up for many

She wouldn’t give up says the voice in her head,

Telling her to move forward

She wasn’t loved says the diary,

That is now burnt

She struggled to say says the suitcase of clothes,

Tucked underneath her bed just in case

But now she is fine says the smile on her face,

Which is big and great

She never looked back says the past memories,

Which have been all forgotten

She’s a fighter says the people who’ve watched her grow up,

And change herself completely