Steer clear of malice;
To speak of arrows tipped in actuality and respond justly toward malignity.
Lest I fall under the gaze of malice becoming putrid within.
Heavenly Father above.
You paved the way to a damaged youth yet,
Almost commonplace to allow surrogate protectors,
Crawl inside my flesh only to be spat back out once again.
I realise I am not but the woman I thought myself to be;
Only an interchangeable piece in the mechanism.
A piece in the mechanism,
Intertwined between countless souls on the way of my path.
By Lana