Do my words make me? Do they mistake me? Do they create me? I hold on to all that I am All that I feel All that I feel I need to say
Is who I am determined by who I choose to be? or do the memories I hold make me? Make me! Make me! Oh my god why has my life forsaken me? Betrayed me? Set me up and played me! Let my progress take me, shake me! and push me to places where I am welcome unwelcomed