By some stretch of the mind, I think I deserved to be mistreated
Battle scars are there to remind me, of being down, I’m not defeated
Embracing all the pain, it’s not enough, I feel like I deserved more
Broken down to be built back better, I know weakness left my core
Roads we take are our own, I know my mom will be good
Paths we now know as bad, a different view from where she stood
Happiness I did not find in a house, where two were not home
The absence of, taught the meaning of stay, I learn to define roam
The innocence of the youth should not be abused, I suffer for them
Loneliness of hearing the lights go off, if this is Love I Condemn
There are no stories to be written, only short poems where love began
If History is to repeat itself, peace into her soul, woe unto man.