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The Past
The iron tub with clawed feet
Was pretty in white
Now rust covered and dank
Festered and seethed
And didn't clean what's inside
What I tried to hide...
I scrubbed and scoured
Still I was not clean
Your image scarred-
You covered me with lies-
Couldn’t rid you from my skin
You dirtied me with sin...
I do not own these cries
This hurt, it is not mine
I own my pride within
That alone comforts my soul
Tears that fell down my cheek
I thought I'd always keep...
Worn like a branding
Burnt within my heart
Tattooed and pierced
I wore a cloak of shame
That you placed upon me
That the entire world could see
On display in the market...
Was I
Bought and sold
Perhaps bartered away...
What was the going price of Souls?
What was the cost of Lies?
What did you get for my cries?
I’ve rid you from my skin
I gave you back your sin
And the tears that fell
Down my cheek...
Well, they're yours.
Yours to keep
Along with the sin
And the pain within.
