IN SHAPE

A soft soul
with a hard heart
Born tame;
grown wild
A real world
with fake people
A lame lamb
held in the unforgiving jaws of lions
A naïve spirit learns;
tutored by expensive experiences
I’m who I’m
cos of what they’ve been
Though my questions go unanswered,
every answer of mine gets questioned
They don’t understand why I don’t understand;
though they stand far from where I stand
I’m told to forget
as though my memory is dead
Told to move on;
though I’ve no legs
My scars stare
Yet, no one seems to care
I was what I was
before I became what I am
Nursed by love;
taught by pain
Taught to be tough
in a wild world
Taught to see
in a territory of predation