The Beautiful Survivor

The shadows that follow me,
There is more than just one.
You think they are easy to see,
Sometimes spoiling the sun.

Flight or Fight?
Can there be more?
Working on that is rough,
But there’s always the door.

Running away can be easy,
Finding your true self can be tough.
Hiding was easy, too,
They made it that way for me.

The inner child cries,
She is never heard.
She fears that it will be known,
That she isn’t what you think.

She knows the difference,
Between right and wrong.
But you have confused her,
And made her your own.