Grit My Teeth

I was carved from rotten wood

Could be good, now too far gone

Living with the shades drawn

Scared of the bygone

 

Hoping for change inside me

Is like rubbing in a stain

The past isn’t going away

To the past with my brave face

 

Don’t worry about me

I know how to grit my teeth

Childhood memoires

Taught me everything

 

I wish I could say

“I’m fine”, but I’m tired

Of being a liar

So, I’ll take outsider

 

Could I please go back

To talk with the younger me

Look her in the eye, take a knee,

And say, “You’re more than what you see

You’re more than what you see

You’re more than what you see”

 

Tell me how you want me

I can’t promise a thing

But I’ll try to be

More than what I see

 

Don’t worry about me

I know how to grit my teeth

Childhood memoires

Taught me everything

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