What Am I but the reflection of the past and the road to the future....
My soul was assined a path.
A place to put forth flesh.
To know the woes of pain before the tender age of 5 yet I survived.
Time marched on and some would whisper I was the devil spawn.
Yet they didn't accept the account that I was not the one with guilt or doubt.
I was a child who was just trying to figure out why.
A road filled with pot holes that...