Redemption

As I sit in this room,
beneath an unfamiliar bed.
I think about us,
and all that was misread.

Our harmless little games,
with small cuts and fire.
That turned into an echo,
of pain desired.

Parents caught on,
and questions were raised.
Our futures were being decided,
our lives reappraised.

Help was to be found,
and healing to commence.
They don't understand,
that I'm in no need of defense.

Don't tell me I'm crazy,
it's really no big deal.
I can stop if I want,
I just like how it feels.

No drugs or jacket,
I'm in no need of either
Just respite,
All I need is a little breather.

But you all look at me,
like a damsel in distress.
Who has lost her way,
life sorrily oppressed.

So here I am,
sitting beneath this bed.
Gazing upon my scars,
thinking how my life has been mislead.