The scars I endured through time.

I look back on my life, 
And how far that I have come. 
I finally see the finish line, 
For the personal race that I have won.

I fought through my emotions, 
Those crazy thoughts in my head. 
Even though I lived a life, 
Telling myself by 21 I'll be dead. 

I see the changes in myself, 
In how I interact and speak.
But when I think of my past,
I always tend to feel weak. 

Its like I've hurdles to pass, 
Some bends that I must take. 
In order to get myself in line, 
To give my mind a break.

As I started the race I was running, 
From the past that I had created.
But now I run for freedom, 
Because that reason is now outdated. 

As I stop for a bottle of water, 
to take a breath or two. 
I am asked to attend the emergency stand,
Because you have scars all over you. 

I stop and I smile at myself in thought, 
Those scars are all that people see. 
But for the years that I have been running this race, 
I've been running to find the real me.