You were never entitled to trap me in your cage
and crush my wings like ice.
I was just an innocent child
stalked by an evil stranger with bad blood,
dragged into your selfish hands
as you pretended to care about my baggage.
I was not prepared for the storm you threw me into,
my bleeding heart was barely holding it together
when you stole me, and everything I used to be.
I was not prepared for the darkest journey home,
now I'm free, but have no idea of who I am meant to be.
I am forever haunted by the burden of your choices,
which made me doubt the worthiness of my soul.
Now, the girl in the mirror is facing demons,
counting teardrops every night,
wishing she could disappear from here,
and find the place that she wishes to call her home.
