There is a tiring aspect
To these thoughts
Running marathons in my head
Out my ear they sprint
To find another host

Masterpiece you screamed.
That was what you saw.
Child, I whispered.
That was what I was.

Stronger you encouraged,
But never more than you
Willfulness.
My heart was full of that.

Beat me down I dare you
Try and start I fight
I'm used to losing myself
My temper and my hands

I know what I know
And I change what I can
If you only fall
I'll help you to understand