I think that I might be an angel in disguise
A quick-change artist mingling with the unaware
So convincing, even I don’t recognize
The truth beneath the many scars I bear.
I’ve worn them proudly, thinking I’ve survived it all
Reality is “victim” stamped upon my brow;
Sometimes they can look the same, too close to call,
But I know, and the truth is what I offer now.
I think I might be strong beneath the weak facade,
In truth I could be other than I am
If I had chosen other than the path I trod,
If I had chosen once to give a damn.
I think I might be beautiful beneath the wreck
That I have built so carelessly around my soul.
My choices, hanging heavy now around my neck
Will be the catalysts that make me whole.
I think I am a woman of integrity,
Although it took the longest road to get me here.
I am not the coward that I used to be~
The most courageous hearts are born from fear.