Third stanza is my favorite. It flows, and I like rhyme. :) Rhyme is like an addiction for me. I have to hear it. xD
I can kind of see someone walking down the street, a faraway expression on their face, perhaps looking at the ground--watching their feet hit the pavement repetitively. Maybe they were cross, something bad just happened and they had to get out. Had to blow off some steam. Either way, there they are, walking down the street, thinking thoughts. Then, they look up as a thought occurs to them. It doesn't always have to be so bad. It isn't always so bad. She begins to look around her, truly taking in the scenery for the first time. Maybe someone smiles at her--someone waves. Warmth begins to enter her heart, and she smiles too. She takes a deep breath, and says what you say she says and continues walking her head held high.
Yeah, that's the picture I get when I read this.
Now...*rubs hands together*
I'm not sure the last line in the second stanza should have the greatly in it...perhaps consider...
And, greatly, you will see through or and you will see through. Something like that. Or nothing like that. It's your personal poem, so it's however you feel about it.
Realised in the third line should be realized. :)
Usually I don't like poetry with vulgarity, but I like this one. It fits. Nice.