I\'ve been hit with verbal whips.
And choked with transparent hands.
I\'ve been scolded just to be molded
Into someone I\'ll never understand.
I\'ve stared in mirrors for hours
Just trying to find out who I am.
I\'ve stood in tears
And let them carry down my fears
Simply because I can.
I\'ve been called everything that any imagination
Can fathom and produce
I\'ve been deemed unwanted, unloved, and untamed
Compared to an animal
Cast out to the rain.
I\'ve been bound to the ground by my own mind
My thoughts more enemies than friends
I\'ve dragged my feet through fleets of fire
To find a love I couldn\'t even comprehend.
I\'ve watched my own blood flow
As it stained my hands
And it painted the lines in my palm
It\'s the only place I\'ve ever been calm.
It\'s about time I decide will I stand or fall
Will I sink into my memories or walk past them numb.
It\'s about time to stop seeing my soul as a mistake
That animated the wrong one
I\'ve got so many scars on my body
So many tears tore to nowhere
So many marks, brands, and detailed stamps
They are all nothing more than a part of a map
On the bitter path that I drive
They\'re on a map to show
The slashes in the road that I\'ve survived.