Born youngest

Born free

A girl so curious

Her mind ran free

Born into a family

Both made from wealth and poverty

She started to wonder

If she could do more

So she began to read

Her mind filling in the blanks

That she could not see

As the seasons passed

She began to see

That not everyone

Is how they seem

Her family

A complicated dad

A sensitive mom

A brother, always mad

A sister, never coming home

And her

The happiest of them all

Surrounded by grief

And the stench of misery

The girl kept fighting

She wanted to see the world that she believed

She wanted to see that everything

Was as it was meant to be

She needed a light to follow

A guide in her hopeless nights

She went to school during the day

Wrote at night

A world

That only _she_

__

Could design

She met others like her

Only one stood out

Her best friend

Her other half

The girl that she crowned

A queen amongst mortals

A goddess amongst men

She had finally found

Her light

In the crowd

This girl

Born free

She ran from her cage

And the family that was meant to be hers

And she fell

Into the arms

Of the family

That she had chosen

P. S. Your story is not written in ink, but in the choices you choose, and the smiles you do not hide