You stab me and blame the wound on me.
You shun me and tell me it's my fault.

You call me
Difficult
Stubborn
Cold

Yes, I AM difficult, stubborn, cold.
Why?

Because you are not the first to hurt me.

You are not the first to stab me and clime that it is your blood drawn by my hand.

You are not the first to try to break me.

But I will tell you now, I will not Brake or Bend or Bow to you.
I am NOT yours.
I am mine. Mine.

And as long as I stand on my own two feet I will not break.

If I have to crawl away, if I have to destroy you I will.

I will be free.

Because even if you destroy me you can never take me away from myself.