At the age of 14, I lost the concept of being me
What we all had been taught by society's standard
Has now made me wrong
Love was something beautiful
And the greatest gift you could give
The attraction I felt was immoral
I was depraved and you made me wrong
Years before made me lie today
Love was only a feeling
And something I learned to direct
To be a part of your perfect world
Dress my scarred inner
Put me up the rope and try to reform