You stare and watch me bleed,
the blood blankets my face.
I'm on my hands and knees,
is this what you wanted?

You laugh and cheer and chant,
like cultists around a sacrifice.
I can see what you can't,
even through the blood in my eyes.

I am here and I'm alive,
I am going to survive.

And what you don't know,
is that I will grow,
and be better than before.

I feel cut off at the knees,
trained to eat out of your hand.
What I would give to be free,
an arm and a leg would be fine.

I feel like a broken record,
or maybe the average televangelist.
My words repeat over and over,
but no one cares to listen.

I am here and I'm alive,
I am going to survive.

And what you don't know,
is that I will grow,
and be better than before.