Controlled

I was born to do this To pick up this pen To do amazing things To never quit To be legit To make a difference It's amazing what a pen can do How it makes me feel like I can pull through Like I can accomplish anything I've let this anxiety hold me back I know it's kept me off track Like I was stuck behind a huge wall of black Satan controlled me like a puppet on a string Made me believe everything Whispered in my ear "No one wants you around" Kept pushing me down I believed him I was about to be another statistic God would not give up on me He wanted me to see The power of salvation When you look in the mirror When you see tears pouring down your face You realize you've been broken That you're in a better place You're finally home