Can you remember who you were,
Before the world told you who you are.
Before all the whispers turned to screams,
In your own mind.
Who were you?
Before everything changed you,
Before you “fixed yourself”
You’re mother will say
“Where did my darling go?
The one with the heart to big for her body,
The one whose purity was that of gold,
The one who’s justice was louder than doubt,
The one who had no doubt
The one who always loved,
The one who always forgave,
The one who bore like the sun.”
And you will be confused,
Because all you were,
Is what you are now.
Confused,
Broken,
Hurt,
And changed.
A hypocrite,
For you’ve always hated change.
For you’ve always hated hypocrites
