Indipendant

The pain tears me apart, yet no one seems to want to put me back together.
I scream in silence; no one cares to hear me.
The tears I shed, no one wipes way.
I feel cold, but have none to keep me warm.
Arms do not wrap around me, words do not tell me it will be all okay.
The smile I wear is fake, yet nobody calls my lie.
My life is in tatters, it's broken path all around me.
But no one stops to help me pick up the pieces.

Why is that?

Is it because I wear my hair differently?
Is it because I wear different clothes?
Is it because I like to listen to unknown bands?
Oh, I know. It's because I don't wear make-up.
Or maybe it's the fact that I respect my body, and don't so drunk I throw up and lose my memory.
I don't wear revealing clothes, because I'm not a sex toy.
It couldn't possibly be the fact that I won't bend to your will, is it?

You push me down, beat me up.
And still I stand.
You've made me feel weak, and for that I thank you.
For feeling weak has taught me to be strong.

I am my own person.
I don't need you.

I am independent.