I will never again be in a mental prison.
Happiness is hard to show but a little speck
is reserved in me.
I never knew I was more than the little troublemaker.
I would scream, pout, cry, and run around aimlessly.
They would point, laugh, and say backstabbing things about me.
I thought at such a young age that I was trapped in a cell where
I could never see the rest of the world I was highly unwelcome.
Without the world or anything to lay eyes on I would never change.
My loved one's bailed me out.
I got the hang of not walking solo.
Down the road we traveled, so empty but so many things to see.
Pushing through every hard day at school,
learning from every awkward interaction,
and later coming back to town like a Wrecking Ball.
I am not the one destroying or destroyed.
I prove and they read my word and my commanding presence.
There are many places I belong,
I am now free.