I know what I went through,
And I know I deserve better,
Whoever wants to judge me,
Can take a seat next to me.

I hear a lot of noises
But no one tells me in front,
The knife reaches deeper into the wound
If it is stuck in the back.

I know that I have myself
And that God always helps me,
Even from some He wants to protect me.

Some are simple passers-by in my life,
I keep my thoughts to myself inside
And I let them talk and talk.
© roxana