Circumstancially Broken
You're a pain that hurts in the right places
You stabbed my heart and killed me right before the tongue hit the septum of my heart
Emotionally battered
I have been victimized by my circumstances
Tying my heart up in strings
Stealing my dignity and making me a prisoner
I long to be bound free
But constrained to this jail cell somewhat feels right
Had my father acted his part right
All this behind the scenes drama wouldn't be what the public sees
But here we are and all I wish is for this moment to seize
Enough of self pity
I am not the first person to be neglected by their father
I am not the first person longing for a father figures love
And that's where I have it all wrong
Healing doesn't come from whining and dining with pain
Reciting it day and night like it's a galaxy of change
I am the broken crayon with beautiful colors
And I won't colour the world without trying to do so amid my pain
Don't feel pity for me
I have my full limbs intact
Speech perfectly orated
What more can I ask for?
The heavens are besides me every single day of my way and so to be circumspectly broken is all I circumstancially want right now.
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