Cause me? I wanted a pure love, a kind love
But my own love was hateful, bitter
I didn’t understand how to be loved
I didn’t understand how to love another
So, I settled for what I knew
That same painful love
Because everything else felt boring
I craved that destructive feeling
Even if I did get the love I wanted
The capacity to comprehend it was lost on me
Like a confused child, I played with it wrong
Unable to treat it with compassion, unable to reciprocate
Looking back, it's no wonder I hated myself so passionately
I treated others the same way I treated myself
With disdain and contempt
No one including myself, would ever be good enough
But my inner spirit guides taught me different
They showed me what I sought after for so long
Was inside me all along
Untainted, incorruptible
Love
I had to return to my roots
The purest expression of who I am
Before I lost faith, before my ego ran the show
There was a little boy, created by God
That little boy who took on the burdens of the world
The burdens and limits of his family
Dreaming of being in the sky
Not knowing he was always free to fly
He had wings of his own but remain grounded
Because he was told he would never fly
By the people who had failed to
But he was different
So, they bullied him, teased him for being different
Until he longed to be the same, just like them
He clipped his wings to fit in
But he was still different
He couldn’t understand why, they refused to accept him
So, bit by bit he put himself into a box
Always conforming to be like the others
And still never fitting in
Until he found himself empty and alone
A man who was never meant to fit
Never able to remove the piece that made him different
Because his wings were made to fly
But he locked himself into a box
Becoming just like everybody else
Inside that box was that little boy
The boy who's wings were never clipped
He was shown how to fly
And his heart began to cry
He spent his whole life trying to be someone else
Never realizing he was wholly unique
Limited by those around him
Afraid of being different
Don’t clip your wings to fit the world
Embrace the things that make you, You
Every gift, every strength and even your weaknesses
Are the things that make you, You
Your pain, your anger, your love, your heart
Don’t put these into a box to fit into the lives of others
All you ever need to be, is just you.