I used to feel like I’d committed a crime,
Like I’d be stuck in this hell ‘till the end of time,
I used to be scarred, every second, every day,
Like I’d done something wrong, and this, the price I pay.
Always crying, always screaming, always ending days in shouts,
Always worried, always sad, always had my doubts,
It was bad, it was wrong, it left me crying through the night,
It was horrid, it was evil, it left me living life in fright.
Scared in the darkness, scared in the light,
Scared to let go, spread my wings and take flight,
What could I do, what could I say,
Why couldn’t I leave, and just stay away.
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