You.

I am who I am. You can’t change that. But you can change my story. My experiences, depend on you. My feelings depend on you. When you touched me, The walls went up. My eyes glazed over. You changed that part of me. You made my life a struggle. You made me be considered, a victim. Behind these falsified smiles The happy tone of my voice, I struggle. You locked me in a prison cell For god only knows how long. Every look I get reminds me. Every time someone touches me, I remember. But now it’s my turn. Now only I will have the power to change my stories. I am going to pick that dead, steal, lock. And take my first step towards freedom. What you did I’ll never forget. But now, only I have the power to make me Who I want to be.