Why must I be stuck in this prison, stuck behind these bars.

I can’t enjoy the body I live in, it’s causing all these scars.

Scars on my soul that only I can see, because everyone refuses to see me.

Damage done by the hateful, yet I am still alive so why can’t I learn to be more grateful.

Hell on Earth is where I live, because of all the pain I'm constantly in-

I feel like I’m falling from so high up, falling from heaven into sin

My body feels like it’s so dried up, like no matter what I do, I can never win.

While I fall I start to cry, maybe this will be where I finally die?

No. Fate has other plans.

Plans that are whispered in my ear, for only me to hear.

As I hear all the things I have in store, my body isn’t tumbling anymore-

My body becomes wrapped in light, telling me I no longer have to fight,

The light makes me feel happy, wanted by those around me.

Wanted and accepted, that’s how I feel. These bars cannot keep me from how I truly feel,

A euphoric feeling passing over me, breaking off the chains that bind ‘me’ to myself,

I pull away, not caring what they say-

“I don’t care what they think-“ the thought flashes across my mind.

The light dies away revealing me. My ideal form, the person I was no longer.

My name is ——. That is who I am. Never again will I be confined to that horrible place I was in,

Never again will my body not be mine. 

Never again will I not be me.

 It doesn’t matter what anyone says except for me.