I never knew love in the way of compassionately giving…
Looking back, I don’t know how fear could be mistaken for truly living.
Insecurities and struggles, they line you and me.
You hid from your scars and I had to embrace mine to break free.
And I think…
It was always me…I’m the one who started the fight in the first place.
But now I see, that was never the whole story, you must be talking about a different case.
People who don’t love themselves…don’t have any real love to give.
All the control and cages, it was a nightmare I repeatedly lived.
Am I grateful for my life? Of course.
Is love ever something you force?
No…
Your love was only a show.
No one could touch the man underneath.
But you held it against me when you didn’t allow me to speak.
I was just a scared little girl who learned the darkness of this world.
When I reached out for you…your love felt empty and only cold.
It’s time this story returns full circle, back to where it all began.
I broke the mold you made for me and I didn’t ever need your approval and plans.
The love and beauty in me…there’s a worth I have that you will never fully understand.
You close your fist in anger and pain, and I had to forgive you as I opened my heart and hands.
This is no longer a story of you and me.
It’s a declaration of my own freedom, of creating my own life and being empowered to choose what it’s going to be.
