So many faults I can point out to be true 

But will that proclaim the true person in you?

People are windows that you can see through,

People are mirrors that show the untrue.

Everything that I had to be used to 

And everything I was forced to be put through

Showed me a meaning in life I now have to pursue.

You never saw my point of view

You never let me do what I wanted to do.

But just like a bird I got up and flew

Because the world we live in should be completely taboo.

Though the past is something you can never undo,

just as the scars will never make the skin anew.

I have two words that I can say: Thank you.