Why can I not see the sun?
Only misted where I run,
No clear path for me to tread,
Only side step death and dread.
When will I be seen as more?
Than a girl with twisted flaws,
When will I be recognised?
As the child that survived.
Why can’t men be just my friend?
Tell me lies and just pretend,
I will not have my mother’s fate,
To be alone without a mate.
When will I believe in me?
And be the goddess I was meant to be,
Every girl should have her place,
Why is mine at hells gate.