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
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