I Get Out

I'm not perfect,
never claimed to be
just wish to be
the best example of imperfection
for the world to see.

I don't really know where to begin. Life doesn't always have a "happily ever after", but I'm loving that right now. I guess I have Karma to thank. After my name has been dragged through the trenches, sullied with mud and muck, I now sit and watch you go through the same thing. I'm not happy for your misfortune; however, I am happy that I was able to clean up the mess that was my life. I can now stand tall knowing that I have survived obstacle that you could throw my way. If I can make it through that, then I can make it through anything.

Victori...
No other name could explain my life at this moment. I had to rebel to get to where I am now. Unable to conform to your vision of perfection. Not willing to sacrifice everything I had to please you. But now you must sit and watch me from those same trenches I cried in...the same trenches that almost took my life.

Freedom...
I am free from your bondage. I can't be victimized anymore. I chose life. I chose happiness. I had to change in order to grow. You wanted me to fail. You needed me to stay trapped in your box, unable to move. Keeping me from the truth, feeding me lies. I was starving for knowledge, for information, for acceptance. I was there, in those same trenches down there. Sitting in that same mess...

What makes me different you ask...
I'm strong enough to help you get out. Instead of watching you struggle to crawl out of the ditch in the rain, I there with a ladder aiding you in your time of need. Despite the things you did to me, I can't watch you suffer anymore.