Two forces are about to clash. One side's ready to smash. One side's treated like trash. This fight's not fair; The force's a Trojan horse. The conflict's a trick. And I feel sick. Some challenges are worth facing; There's value in the heart racing. Sometimes it's sensical; Sometimes it's tragical. Sometimes it's even magical. But, sometimes choosing to walk away from terror, from abuse, from downright dismay is the only choice you really have. To save yourself is what you need. Anything else will keep you caged, keep you unfreed. Take my candy, take my UN-needs, take what I no longer seek. I am not going to hide because I am not weak. For in your wickedness, your indifference, your unkindness, lies the true sadness, the madness, the blindness. And, turning towards myself and away from you, I've won this battle between YOU and you. You're just chasing your rancor, trying to kill the parts you hate. I'm a mirror for your anger, but this time I'm not going to break. Go lick your wounds; they're deep and full. I'm on a different path, one to becoming whole. Go pick up the pieces of you that have splattered, have shattered, that no longer matter to me or to you. Until then, leave me be. Let me see how pretty I can be.
