It is late at night
But I can’t help but type
Because these words won’t leave my mind
Asphalt angel
How beautiful
Beautiful
Despite
The confusion
The Fear
The feeling as if you are being torn apart
Childhood
Teenage years
The struggle to find some kind
Of identity
These things are harder for us than for some
Anger
Rage
And tears that fall no matter how much you fight them
Some of us don’t have it easy
Can I tell you a secret, kid?
It gets better
I know you don’t believe me now
But I fought and fought and fought
Till I fell down exhausted
But in the end I won
I became an asphalt angel
With wings of stone
And more strength than I thought I would ever have
I flew
Even when I was told I would fall
Never listen to the ones who say you can’t
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