Tortured soul. Why do I suffer for the hell someone else put you through?
I don't deserve this. No one gave me a choice. I didn't know.
My wings clipped before I even could fly.
Pillows drenched in tears. No hope in view.
I survived my pain and my past ready to bless the world with my smile
Instead I inherit your demons and I refuse to let it drag me down and drown me.
Never knowing who I will meet when I look in your eyes, is it sadness, negativity, depression, or the green monster?
Perhaps I will meet over-confidence today or abrasiveness.
I have lay down my head everyday alone in the dark. Always alone.
But I must recall that little girl who so bravely met her dark world with her head held high and came out shining.
The world needs her! I need her. Perhaps I can find my wings again even though the only place I can fly is within my cage...the cage I chose for myself.
However, I choose to fly.
If your tortured soul won't free itself, it will not find me as its company. I will not be its victim.
I will not be your mirror.