A Cripples Brittle Broken Bones

A constant battle rages on, beneath the surface... Emotions of the vilest sense want to rise, tired of hearing their bold cries. I am realizing I am not you, nor am I capable of doing anything like you. You gave me this path, this predestiny. I am approaching the age of reason, conceptualize, not verbalize, rationalize, it is all in the name of displacement. For if I blame it on you, how can I feel guilty? Take pride now at the disgusting revelation of who I am, I look to the skies, and see my fathers eyes. Never will I again believe the earths putrid lies. My soul I thought was weak and brittle, but I have overcome as strong as iron, and sharp as a cleaver.