There’s something about me
you should know
and it’s kind of
hard to
share
There are years
I was a
liar
and there were years
I was not fair

There were years
where I went out to
school
with nothing I could
wear
and years where I
ran to the
woods
to find my own
“somewhere”

There’s something you ought
to know about
me
and it feels like the right
time to
share
I grew up in a
rat-filled house,
without money
or
health care

And there were years
I tried to skip
these thoughts,
and it felt like
repair
like if I lied
about myself
It would all
just
disappear

But there’s something you need to
know about
me,
I got silence
with each prayer
There are years
that made me
hard as stone
to
get me
out
of
there