Stigmatized

- originally written October 2, 2006 -

My life, twisted, has been long and hard
I have more wounds then I can tell you about
The body of what is left is beyond scarred
One would think of healing as only a doubt

So you ask me why I can't let you into my life
How can I explain to you that I don't know how
As much as I try, I can't sort through this strife
You can't be let in during this war, it's just not allowed

See, the problem here lies in what is to commence
I am now working restlessly to make things better
Working to finally find answers that have sense
To finally finally finally be free of this fetter

And you may think there is space for you now
But I still can't let you in, the risk is too great
No matter how good you might be to me, a vow
There's a chance you'll break my heart, turn to hate

In the delicate balance that I have now created
Nothing could make me change my mind
There is no room for you; it has been stated
I'm sorry I couldn't make it sound more kind