The Essence Of Who I Am

You asked me if I held a grudge
If my hands sqeezed the barbed wire So hard that the floor was sticky with Blood

If the ropes burned my ankles even though I had the keys in my pocket
How many people thought they had control over me like God

Are the razorblades in my mouth painful
If that was the way I learned to hold my tongue
You asked if the tar I was sinking in felt warm or was my feeling all gone

You asked how long I had been holding up this beautiful facade

M.A.P

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