I am a fighter
I was born with the strength of a lion
And the fragility of a flower
I resemble a rose
Soft and beautiful
But needs a thorny exterior to protect itself
I am soft and beautiful
But I need a thorny exterior to protect myself
My heart can be naive sometimes
Fall for the wrong ones
Let the dangerous ones in
And offer them a home
By my rib cage still offers protection
My own bones
Myself
Being the only form of protection that is sure
To never let me down
I am the only form of protection
For myself
That is sure to never fail
I am a fighter
I was not born like the lion
I am the lion
I was not born like a flower
I am the flower
Though I may be fragile
I still have a roar
These words are my war cry
When people take my naive heart
And use it
And abuse it
I roar
When you pick my petals from my stem
And watch them flutter and dance to the ground
I will ***** you with a thorn
I have been picked more times than I can count
Used for personal gain and pleasure
Stripped of my beauty
Then discarded
But just because I allow it in that one moment
Does not mean I will forever
People forget
I am a fighter
They see the scars on my wrists
And see them as a sign of weakness
But for me
I see them as a sign of growth
Each line drawings a map of my life
The roads I have taken
The choices I have made
That led me down each path I have taken
Everything that had happened
To put me in the place I am in
To make me the person I am today
I see those scars
As a sign of strength
At a time when I wanted to
Give up
At a time when I was so close to
Letting go
I had the strength
To persevere
Struggle through the pain
And push through
And while it wasn't healthy
It was the choice I made
That choice made me grow
That scar shows my strength
Shows me that while my petals
Were being plucked
I still had the lion
The roar
Inside me
I am a fighter