I once wished upon a star, that it would kill me and take me far,
far from beating hands and traumatic scar.
Tried to move forward yet always slipped back,
like running on hair conditioner, memories holding me prisoner.

To tell you my story, I need to tell you how we got there.
A kid with a fire, a burning desire, for love and acceptance,
nobody to give it, not home nor anywhere else,
all she got was belts and yells....