Scarred Heart
I hate to say it
But it's a solid fact
Every story begins the same
A character
The protagonist
The supposed hero
Is born innocent and pure
But as they grow up
Like skin
They're innocence gets peeled back
Little by little
Lately, I've been at it again
Holding an interview with life consistently
What's the purpose of it
How are you supposed to live
If there's so many obstacles
Various twists and turns
Dating so many disturbances
I've searched for my own answers
And came up short
Only to be reminded I've changed
Somewhere deep down inside
I'm only lost because a part of me has died
Dreams of such innocence
Days of old
Have vanished like lingering spirits who've found peace
Has my story really changed drastically
So drastically
Am I still the character
Born with a scarred heart
Or have I changed into a rogue
And separated from the pages
Someone else has been begging me to read
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