I have a mental block when you push me too much.
Your words really pack a punch.
My sorrows are hidden deep within me.
Your emotional capacity is locked up and you threw away the key.

I feel like a caged bird trying to avoid a sneak attack.
All it takes is one more straw to break the camel’s back.
My emotional buttons aren’t meant to take this much pressure.
I think you find pleasure in intimidating me at your leisure.

I have to watch out for your tendency to shove my past in my face.
The present is where I’m at, which you can’t embrace.
I figure I just have to make room for your lack of empathy.
It’s not that hard to see that that’s your specialty.

I had to learn to comfort myself when bad times hit.
When I started crying, I was told to quit.
Emotions aren’t bad but I was taught to push them aside.
I learned real quick how to numb and turn a blind eye.

Left to navigate the world like a maze,
I dusted off my shoes and went my own way.
I’ve made up for lost time in order to figure things out,
I can take on any challenge, no doubt.

I’m a beautiful mess,
Doesn’t mean I’m counted any less.
It’s not my place to convince you I have self-worth,
I am proud of my new rebirth.