work in progress

[sceneunheard]

All those nights of bleeding wrists have been long forgotten
All those days spent clenching fists have turned my trust rotten
I only exist in what the mirror lets me see
I’ve learned to deal with the hand life’s dealt me
I do believe in second chances
I’ve ignored all of your sideways glances
Nothing makes me different from the rest of you
There’s nothing unique in what any of us do
We’re leading lives that are mapped out and planned
With cookie cutter stereotypes, so dry and bland