I wrote a song, a journal
Gave it to the world
Told the story
Of when I was just a girl
I sought understanding
Clarity in truth
By baring all the wounds
Inflicted on my youth
You criticized my choice
To stand up to my past
To give the pain a voice
So that it too could pass
But I felt brave
And filled with pride as I let go
Of bitterness that wouldn’t leave or let me grow
But I will spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
youth
years
wrote
wrath
wounds
wouldn
would
house
followed
leave
refused
filled
stage
heart
loved
curtains
journal
could
breathe
inflicted
bitterness
between
sought
bloodline
apologize
brave
choice
criticized
clarity
choose
father
lifetime
crooked
music
myself
opened
eleven
understanding
voice
pride
spend
finally
sharing
baring
someone
story
supposed
their
truth
trying
stand
understand
world
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