There's more to me than my name and my physical appearance
I don't dress to please you and make you comfortable
I don't say things according to your rules
The scars on my elbows and my knees contain more stories than all the lies you puked out
Tears were embedded on my cheeks long before you came around
And the mirror I look into every morning create jagged lines across my wrist
The face I see is a mask no one can ever truly rip off
It's stitched onto my bones and attached to my veins and if one were to ****** it from its place
I'd bleed to death
Crimson and rusty on the floor while my heart still pumps out blood and my lungs still breathe in air
My bones are weakened from all the standing up I have to do
I get knocked down too easily and I have to force myself to fight against gravity
And reach up to grab the hands of those trying to help me
My knees are tired of being bruised from all this shoving around and it's worried that one day I'll just give up and not get back up
But sometimes all we need is that extra push, that extra fall, to finally realize that gravity shouldn't control our lives
We can't live our entire journey just staying in one spot
Gravity is pulling us down while faith and hope is pushing us back up
So maybe we should all try and dust our knees off a little bit
Sigh and take a deep breath
And keep walking because that's all they want us to do