They Made Me

They made me a grave.

Treated it like it was academic.

Now they’re seeing me rise above.

Taking them down like the Titanic.

A mistake they’ll soon not forget.

As I become what they feared the most.

Leaving them with nothing but regret.

And seeing me the object of every toast.

They’ll never take another drop of blood.

Make me shed another tear.

I now have the fuel to drown them like a flood.

And the heart to instill them with fear.

It’s not what I ever wanted for my life though.

But sometimes we are given a certain set of cards.

To deal with and we have to keep our chin up and go.

Knowing that whatever exists is meant to heal our scars.

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