No longer will I hang from a string I now seek refuge under my angels wing

I am less filled with self hatred
my youthful spirit has been
liberated
                    
I ignore what they project onto me.I do not have two eyes. I have three

 Don't care what people say
 It's better to die young than
 slowly  fade away.

Been hospitalized four times,  but I'm still spilling these rhymes.

No need to re-write my history,
 my strength will shine through
 and you'll see my adversity.

  Though I wasn't dealt the best hand,
  prosperity and growth is what
  I still demand.  

 I look within, and see that I'm
 in harmony with the universe,
 for I have fought long and hard to
 reverse this curse.