When I was young, my family destroyed my ability to feel properly.

When I was young, people took advantage of me.

When I was very young, I was told my emotions didn’t matter.

When I was a child, my hope- my innocence, my future was lost.

To be or not to be angry was my uphill battle.

Is it okay to be upset after so many years? Is it okay?

Is it immature to let my lungs choke on my anger? Is it okay?

Would it be alright if I never get the justice I so badly crave?

When I was a child, my mother put her public image over my needs

When I was a child, my father put his hands on me.

When we were young, I never felt we’d truly be safe and happy until we leave.

Am I my own enemy or am I right to have felt that way?

Will you stay and listen?

Would you reach out and help?

Could you do the right thing?

Or am I left to constantly feel this pain?

Is that okay? Would you be okay with that?

They told me to let it go ‘cause they got tired of hearing it.

Though, if a child was left to cry in an empty room did anyone hear it, to begin with?

Should it be okay to feel selfish when it comes to my health?

Should I just fall in a forest so everyone could pretend not to hear me?

When I was young, I was told I wouldn't do anything in life.

When I was young, I believed it.

Now that I'm older, I say that’s bullshit.

Fuck everything you said.