Have you ever wondered what truly defines a person?
As we grow up we slowly understand what defines us
A memory that lingers in our mind....
That has the ability to break us and torment us
Such a young age...
How could we have possibly understood?
In places of promised safety, we are made fools
Assuming we want attention, not knowing our real pain
Stomping on already broken pieces
Controlling us like strings on a puppet
I have cut my strings proving that I am no puppet
I am more than a bad memory!
Although shy to let the world see my heart,
only to those who gave me their hand can
open the cage
So what really defines us?
It's not memories nor even blood
It's what we find in ourselves that shows
We Are More!
We Are Different!
We Are Us!
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