Daughter Defendant
I'm on trial, but the judge, he can't hear me.
Through I try my attempts growing weary.
And my efforts to win seem to turn into sin
as my pleas and my cries fail severly.
They're trying to drown out the sound
of my head beating into the ground.
And the fire in my eyes
only grows when I rise.
I'm burning up here in their lies.
Expectations that can't be attained
Are the root of my self ridden shame
They're pulling my arms
towards direction of harm.
One more step, someone sound the alarm.
This pain of which I'm inflicted
isn't physical, and yet I'm addicted.
I'm mentally bruised
emotionally abused
and it's me, in the end, who's accused.
My shield always shines with a smile
but my core weeps with hurt all the while.
For I strive to achieve
and surpass their belief
but esteem I will never recieve.
You won't ever get to heaven
If you've never been through hell.
