I am Who I am.

For every scar there’s a memory on how it got there.

I’m not proud on how most got there,

But hey, you learn from your mistakes, right?

If I could go back, I wouldn’t.

Why?

There would be a chance that I wouldn’t be where I am today.

And if I wasn’t here, well I could be anywhere.

I’m safe, secure.

Those are some of the best feelings in the world.

Knowing you’re safe, secure, and you have a place to call home.

Without it, well that’s the thing.

I’ve always had a portion of it.

Now, what about one wish?

Nothing.

Most people would say money, family, et cetera.

Not me.

Everything that has happened, shaped who I am.

I’m proud of who I am.