I’m walking with no name
How do I trend something that seems to have no bend?
Why do you not flex?
Do your marks reflect your past?
Is this how you name yourself?
Based solely on your experiences?
I didn’t think so,
So why are you so afraid to name yourself?
Clearly you’ve been treated poorly
Surly you can see
That as you meet yourself in the mirror
You must now disclose your soul
And pour yourself through what has been told
beginning with your life.
Your spirit will master itself now
In An empirical outlet
That conforms
To forgiving yourself.


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