Otep

A troubled soul
Shunned from the world
Rejected by society
He returned home an
Outcast
To the blade he went
Locked in his room
To the mirror he looked
Tears streamed down his face
“Just another day, it will be better tomorrow” he whispered
The blade clenched in his fist
Waiting for the feelings to stop
Drawing up that crimson flood
When
Her voice flowed through the speakers
“If you fucking touch us again; I will fucking kill you!”
He searched for the song
‘Home Grown’
With her voice he could
Do anything
Be anything
No longer would he pick up the blade
No longer would he be weak
He lifted his chin
Walked with confidence
Stood up for his beliefs
Stopped putting up with the abuse
Her voice
So strong
So powerful
So commanding
She
Picked him up off the floor
Gave him hope
Gave him strength
Allowed him to believe in himself
She is a part of his soul
She is
Otep