I sit with myself for a while…until the same thoughts begin to speak.
In every episode of my past, there’s a voice telling me I’m pathetic and weak.
But as my hands run over these internal walls, the voices become faded and old.
My past mindset believed a person was just an object to be bought and sold.
Now I see straight into the truth and I’m not scared of where it leads.
Aren’t we all human, don’t we all bleed?