I am a piece of paper,
crumpled up,
and flattened out.
The wrinkles are permanent.
The scars are forever.
Nothing can erase them.

I am a piece of paper.
People draw and step all over me.
No matter how hard they erase,
there is always a trace,
of wounds that fester from within me.
The stars of my dreams
are now long washed away.
My hope deteriorates
and crumbles.

But now I am strong.
My dreams that were once torn,
can now be reborn.
The wounds are healed,
and the pain is gone.
Reminding me of my recovery,
my scars will always be a part of me.
No one can take me down,
for I am still standing on my ground.