Young

When I was young, I learned not to cry

Cause no one came, no one asked why

Wore a mask on my face,

But inside my chest was a cold, empty place

No bedtime whispers, no sweet lullabies

Just walls that echoed with silence and lies

I reached for love, but it slipped through my hands

I wrote my own story with trembling hands

Dared to believe I could still make a stand

Every cracked mirror, every closed door

Led me to something worth fighting for

I learned life the hard way, bruised and betrayed

No gentle voice, no one who stayed

But every wound taught me how to be strong

I’m the proof that the light finds even the betrayed

Yes, I learned life the hard way…

But I’m proud of the woman it made

I wrote my own story with trembling hands

Dared to believe I could still make a stand

Every cracked mirror, every closed door

Led me to something worth fighting for