We do not see So blindly forgotten The pain unspoken Torturous mystery
Why can't you say what has been done to you you are not wrong and you should not...
Why do you stand for silence when you know you're screaming anger floats so deeply below the surface why do you carry this on your shoulders, you did not create this
and I am not afraid to say
I am not wrong and I am not dirty I will not wait for karma to take its course Now I am not afraid and I am not worthless no I am not wrong No I am not
I am not ashamed of this I am taking you on, and I am not scared of you