I sculpted myself, became perfect
People liked me
Someone broke me, shattered into pieces
People consoled me
I picked the broken pieces, fixed myself
Fumbling, trembling, survival was an end in itself
The mask was off, the unknowns were too blurred
Enlightened and cautious I was ready for this new world
The norm was threatened, people called me cynical
I was their favorite when I was a coward and a cripple
And when I rose from the mortified ashes
I started bleeding from the glued patches
But this time I was gross and disliked, not sympathized
It's my soul dammit, not Kylie's hairstyle
Someone challenged my existence and called me unfit
I fought back, protected myself, I was called mentally ill
I wrote about it, perspectives changed
And for reasons unknown, I am now called a Legend
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