once I was seven years old
and in need of steel body armour
because everything hurt so much,
I decided I’d be my mum’s saviour
and once I was fourteen years old
angry, and hurting and hiding
then I was seventeen years old
I resorted to non-stop fighting
myself, my body and my mind
I kept the excuses close
and the pain even closer, if I
hurt myself first, I’d always hurt the most
twenty-three now, and I’m letting it all go
the pain and the excuses, I’ve carried them
for sixteen years, through every step
and through everything that I’ve dreamt
but I don’t need them anymore
it’s time to take the armour off
to let the scars fade away
and find out what my love
is truly capable of