Bullied and bruised but not broken, She puts words to thoughts yet unspoken. Screaming out with no sound, staring forward, Breaking down all the boxes she’s been assigned. Each step through the fire, her skin grows thicker, But the weight on her soul grows that much quicker. Taking bullets for those who've been beaten, Her resolve to step up never weakens. While inside her true self has retreated, No safe place for the warrior who needs it. Her scars tell a story she’s too tired to write, A battle-worn soul searching for light. No respite where her heart can stop bleeding, Walls of gauze to protect the protector. Building bridges, never mind how it affects her, Dissonance, pain, trauma — their spun tales, woven words, so much drama. Each bridge she crafts burns her hands as it grows, But her purpose remains, though the agony shows. Taking bullets for those who've been beaten, Her resolve to step up never weakens. While inside her true self has retreated, No safe place for the warrior who needs it. Her spirit bends but refuses to break, Even as trust crumbles and her soul starts to ache. Her senses can’t be trusted, and she’s reeling, Still fighting battles for others while she’s healing. Trust once blind now can see, And she thought she’d be free, But she found ties that bind are deceiving. Each tear she sheds feels like a prayer, Begging for justice in a world unfair. Still she stands, and she fights not for what she can gain, Her strength is her prison, her freedom, her chain. For all those she shields, even as they cast stones, She bears their weight, though she's left alone. In the shadows of betrayal, her spirit leans, Holding the pain of a thousand unseen. While her own heart grieves, the cracks start to show, The lies they have spun weigh her down as they grow. Screaming out with no sound, her voice is unspoken, Bullied and bruised, she’s breaking — not broken.
