Every once in a while
i look in a mirror...
Don't try to imagine how i feel
When you make me cry and tell me to go away...
Started writing my feelings down
about my abuse as a child...
Butterfly flitting to the open sky
Soft wings so beautiful...
Why me Lord, tell me what did I do
I did my best and I've always been true...
Running through intensive care,
my legs felt frail and weak...
Always in the shadows,
attempting to avoid the spotlight's glare...
Wrapped in a security blanket
interwoven with a social supplement...
Collaboration written by Maple Tree and Robyn...
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It is really tough
for abused children to grow...
All that I fear
nests on the...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...