I went through life pretending and hoping they wouldnt get in my way
I never spoke of them to anyone: all these hurts so deep inside
Until I found myself so broken that I withdrew from all and cried.
I went through life, the wounded one; but gave to all a smile
Because I was taught to forget myself and go the extra mile
While I was giving my everything to all who asked of me
I was slowly becoming crippled by things no one could see.
Little by little i wore myself down and became a prey for all
Who took advantage of giving ones and the very small
I didn't know how to help myself for I was never tought
That caring for myself was okay: professional help I sought
Now I'm on the road to recovery, with every secret inside
Freed from the awful place where they were made to always hide
Its not an easy process, this healing : for things from so long ago
Tend to keep on trying to reroot as I'm trying to let them go.