Sl*t

Some days I lie alone and think how an ordinary girl next door got to a place where I am today. Circumstances pushed me to evolve in ways I had never imagined. It got to a point where I seriously question what I did. Is it good? Bad? Ugly? Disgusting? or Liberating? Some days I feel shame. Some days it feels like it's worth it. Random vent over...Let's get to the poem...