It’s tough to swallow that bitter pill
That slows the heart and numbs the mind
With meaningless mediocrity –
Medicine for the broken soul
Which casts the painful truths aside
For the sake of comfortable conformity.
In defiant self-preservation, she
Refuses the drug that seeks to suppress.
She chooses, instead, to remain and fight
For freedom to love, to feel, to be:
She’d rather live with her brokenness
Than die to herself trying not to feel its bite.