People will tell you what to say, and tell you what to do
But when it comes to feeling- that choice is up to you
The demons within me from past events turned cold give
A twist to this exterior of gold.
See things are not always rays of sun seeping through my skin
I have been burned from second hand sin- and although this
Baggage is a lot to unpack, when laid out in sight it portrays who
I really am.
I am the daughter of an addict, and a victim of assault but these things, they
Have made me, built and sculpted from head to toe and have planted
The roots that never fail to grow-
I never once thought that a bad seed would sprout something new, but
I was proved wrong as I watched how I grew.
And as I grew, I witnessed from the inside looking out that the things from the
Past cannot define you unless you give them the power to,
We are all victims of a crime, but how would that end, if we all took
Our hand and chopped it off instead?
We must not blame ourselves for what we cannot control, but give credit
Where it is due and thank yourself for making it through-
These darkened days that some call home, because not everyone
Makes it out to say- I am stronger than I was before.