I'm a passionate pacifist who'd never pass a fist
Torture, I never asked for this
I'm fine but I need an asterisk
I feel like my life is on a script
Waiting for me to get a grip
Why I could never turn the page
Every time I started to read I got delayed
Every time I had to stay home I was afraid
Of being a part of some ****** up escapade
Pardon my language but to a kid that's anguish
To this day I've crept in silence
Always turning the other cheek to violence
But one day I finally snapped
8 or 9 years old on the attack
I know it must have been painful...
But I took a hockey stick to my mother's ankle
To provide some context I've had enough
No one believing me always thinks it's a bluff
But now she was forced to stay home and see
Even then she didn't believe

What's a child to do in a state of panic
A kid full of love but a heart like titanic
It's not like I went and planned it
But without my mother to believe in me, I felt like I didn't belong on this planet
In due time she saw the light
Every day I had to fight
For my sanity and what little light
I possessed it wasn't right
But to this day I always chose peace
Now you see the power in believing in me?
I've been a soldier and a writer
Yes a lover and a fighter
This weight lifted years later I feel so much lighter
I'm a pacifist there is no doubt
I'll fight anyone or anything but would rather just talk it out