On the verge of insanity– I can’t recognize my own name. I’m imprisoned in a life That puts all my family to shame. The don’t understand me, So, I try not to place any blame. But that internal demon Smashes my soul like a game. I will never be someone Who fits their picture-perfect frame, Which is probably why My father sent out a disclaim, And forgot his own daughter Over something remarkably lame, But I found the bridge And striking that match– set the flame! My apathy is starting to stitch The pieces from what my heart became. My will– ripped back when They all used to madly exclaim That I’m the hindrance And I’m not the same As those people who Seem so ashamed Of my individuality That keeps me aflame And makes me Want to reclaim The life that lets me Have my own fame!