When the flames began to rise the terror began to control there eyes .

The smoke became this deadly coat disrupting there view of only you knew the battle they had to face . But the blood you will taste for the words they will waste .

They made me the villian in the story because I was willing to use the power to rise into glory despite me bleeding .

I refused to stay broken in a frame of people willing to spit on my name . Im here to make fear die but for there eyes to cry for now they see the truth . Im free from there exspectation of who I am .

I trusted people with my glass so clear yet the used it as a spear until my wound bled so when I say im not here to bend for you anymore cause you left me sore . Call me dull because I’m so full of myself i may be cold but I’m wise not going to silence my cries just to fit in with your lies .

Silence . Is the greatest power no exsplaing no complaining cause if there words dont affect your mood they can no longer feed the anger for their own greed . They treated your loyalty like cash handing it out just to not hear them shout but you let them betray you then leave . Your value doesn’t change your worth stays the same and maybe you do blame how people make you feel for taking your strength .