I Know

I didn’t choose which body my soul should be trapped in
So I don’t deserve this pain or the blame
For if I had a choice, I wouldn’t go for a body like mine
A body like mine is a weapon against Me
Fighting battles everyday
Losing battles everyday

I don’t want to be home
Home is pain
Home is scared
Home is hiding at the corner
And my heart beats faster the darker it gets
And I pray that morning comes so I can be away from home
And not just away, but far away from home

I know the toll it gets on you 
It got me in a realm of mental disorder
And your face and my image’s face tells Me
We need therapy! Therapy! Therapy!
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