Do they support you
Do they know you
Walking around like they own you?
Was it a skiing or freak accident?
Is it fun to act as if you're handicapped?
As people sign on your cast like half-removable tattoos
These, so-called battle scars don't put you in their shoes
Do you want to be someone else?
Or is this a stepping stone on your sense of self?
Well, perhaps you're average, a has-been, in someone else's skin
Written and stiff, and ready for deliverance
Pressing buttons you pressed already to make doors open for you?
Before it was so silly, but now you're a wreck without a door-stopper prince charming
You have bent
And you have broke
And some others said they told you so
Your mother knew better, your father brash (he calls himself a go-getter)
Pushing down a mini avalanche, such a chasm, you need hand-holding
And after the flash, what was so drastic now is getting boring