Trapped and abandoned
The house I live in is filled with empty smiles
They think they know who they are
The play the part so perfectly, but no
– it is all just a lie –
Don't fake like you love and understand me
Stop living the lie and come back down
(Is this abandonment)
Alone with hope – hope in abandonment
Abandonment which leads me to know who I really am
The world lives on while the battle in my head
defines who I will come to be
For life, marked change means hope anew
A better day can only be ahead
Externally it seems desperate,
but know this: I am propelled forward by abandonment.
My identity is secure now – defined by what crushes the souls of men and destroys the hope of ever being loved again.
Acceptance is what I make of it: Defined by lack.