Remember me as the quiet girl who used to sit in the corner and write poems like this.
Remember the girl who never gave up,
and never gave in to what other people pushed upon her.
Remember the girl who sat in her room late at night and wrote her poems to people that she never got to see.
The girl who used to sit and cry about things that were always on her mind.
Even though she knew that things would get better,
she wanted things to stay the same.
The girl who used to fear change,
now sits with people she never knew.
She makes her moves,
so shes always rememberd.
But is just now remebering that it was her friends that helped make her.