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
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