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.