This is a story that I have never told I can't keep it in…
“This is a story that I have never told I can't keep it in my chest anymore I need to get it off and let it go I used to be the good little girl The one whose hair would never curl Always joyful and full of life Never knew the meaning of a knife Then growing up happened And life got harder and sharpened Waiting on on the corner watching something that will fade Why keep waiting when she could end it in a second with sharp blade Faking a smile all day To come back shut her room closed and in it she would stay Crying herself to sleep Has become a tradition she'd follow and keep The girl I used to be grew up too fast Don't know if it's a curse or a blast. But I don't wanna be remembered for the girl who listened to every word I don't wanna be known for the little girl too shy to speak a word I wanna be remembered as a fighter A strong person only getting stronger Standing 10 feet taller And head held up higher.”
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A personal confession about growing up, pain, and the desire to be seen as strong rather than vulnerable.
In simple terms: A girl wants to be seen as a fighter, not a shy child.
Key Takeaway
Embrace strength, release hidden pain.
Themes
identity
growth
resilience
self‑acceptance
Mood
reflective
determined
Type
poetic
confessional
When to use this quote
- therapy sessions
- creative writing
- support groups
- personal journaling
Key Concepts
trauma
self‑image
empowerment
Questions to Reflect On
- How can you transform hidden pain into healthy empowerment?
- What steps help you shift from self‑criticism to self‑compassion?
A Different Perspective
The poem may romanticize self‑harm as a catalyst for strength.