In What I am Raised

I was born on paper thin
eggshells that cut my skin.
And everything I did or said
couldn’t change the thought inside your heads
that I
didn’t need
your love.

The truth came out that I slept some nights
on four wheels on a dark main drive
cause most of all I feared your hands
through clothes of armor and best laid plans.

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