I am the child that my parents raised
Crashing and smashing all over the place
I am still that child. Small and afraid
struggling to catch up with every pace
I am the child that my friends have made
through insults and venting and anger and pain
like a brick wall stabbed by a blade
and here i stand so close to the flame
I am the DNA of my family tree
The branches stretched out
out to get me
as i tape up my mouth