The Liberation Of Expression

Pull me, drag me through the movements and i'll stay entire in my wrecked pieces. I'll cry yet my tears will be my security since it is everything you will get from me.

The blade you utilized in cutting me, I'm its boss. It can give me wounds yet it can't break my soul; You can't break what is now broken and that is my excellence. In that magnificence lies my Triumph.

You can giggle and call me powerless however I will not be upset on the grounds that before you recognized my in abilities, my psyche did. In the tumult, that is where you track down me and in spite of the fact that you shout disdain it doesn't make any difference on the grounds that before your disdain there was mine. There was mine in the entirety of it's force encouraging me to be cruel to myself.

Different demons can't break me in light of the fact that the greatest devil I've needed to battle is myself so cut away;cut until I'm pieces of tissue and bones and my body turns into an impression of my spirit however that is everything you'll get, you can't arrive at what's within.

It do as well, attempt and break me. I might snap however I won't ever self-destruct and that is my SUPER POWER.