I'm not quite sure who I've become,
Once so nervous, once so numb.
I'm hard, solid and made of stone,
I'm not even sure if i did this alone.
Was it others i blame?
Is it me i should shame?
This could be my feeble form of defense,
Appearing so strong, and full of sense.
I was so vulnerable and weak,
Now I'm a clone and hardly unique.
No one can get through this hard skin of mine,
No gun, no dagger and no weapon of crime.
It working though, why should i question?
I don't feel like I'm on a path of destruction.
No, its working, I'm fine, I've got a solution,
Theres no long cause for my execution.
I was horrible, mean and so self destructive,
My pain and depression was almost seductive.
I'm better now, stronger and on a mission,
I am the cause for my new definition.
