The Essence Of Who I Am

I know why my dad is a pessimist 

He has gone through life 

And it’s never treated him well

And i’ve tried to be different 

I built up a shell 

Just to shed it

I’ve never hid my pain well

Saying people like me 

People love me 

And then they hurt me 

This world feels like hell

And my soft skins holds so many scars 

Some visible 

Some not 

I’m under an illusive spell

People have shaped their wounds into swords 

I have learned to shape mine into a shield 

But its starting to crack

I think i’m an angel

But now I’m wondering how long I actually fell

MAP

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