I've been trying to put myself back together with some glue,
Because of all this stupid ******* that people put me through,
But I realised I ain't broken,
It's just a little bruise,
They're jealous of my kindness,
And that's something that I choose.
They see it as a weakness,
Like it isn't a strength,
But I've been fighting a battle in my mind for this length,
But I'm not broken,
I'm just a little bent,
And I pray to God to be strong,
Although he's probably sick of all my vents,
I've got battle scars on my brain,
For fighting an internal war,
And dealing with something like that on the inside,
Makes you incredibly strong to your core.