Headstrong

I smoked ‘til my unworthy pieces
Were charred and burnt to ashes
I drank ‘til the bottom of the bottle
Looked like a pool of blood I could sink into

Voices crackle inside my head like fire
Every breath expelled reaching peaks
Each word leaving blisters all over my skin
Scalding, cutting, scorching me

Go ahead and tear my feathers
You can clip and pierce my wings
Go on and pour bleach on them
Make sure it’ll hurt and sting

You say I’m such a trouble maker
A disoriented and problematic teenager
A girl who grew up without a father
And a failed amateur writer

I am everything you think I am
On your crumpled paper
But I do believe that weak
Is not one of them