Burdened
By a disease you did not ask for.
Troubled
By problems that are someone else's
Alone
By the family you thought you had.
Loved
By more people than you can see.
Trusted
By the people you help everyday.
Confident
By the way you carry yourself.
Joyful
By the way your smile shines full.
Visionary
By the way your minds sees the world.
Powerful
By the way you listen to your heart.
Thoughtful
By the way you care for others.
Hurt
By the way the world is.
Lost
By the way others leave you behind.
Parent
To the furry little felines you love.
Free-spirited
By the way you do what you want.
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