Torn

Rip me into a million pieces Tear me into shreds Then put me back together and mold me into what you want to see conflictions in my mind, leads me to find my path, my real self and who I'm supposed to be. You can make up my mind, tell me what to do and the things I should find, I must be inept to you, a fool of some kind, I'll be good, I won't fight, If people will just let me do what I know is right. Go ahead beat me up, kick me and put me down I'll tend my wounds, and I'll be up and around I am no longer weak I am no longer small. I am no longer torn about who I am at all