Back then, I wore my shame,
bruised but held tight to hope.
Your words cut deep like flame,
but I learned how to cope.
Took every hit they gave,
learned how to stand tall.
So throw your stones, I’ll be fine,
say what you will, but I’m here.
What once held me in line
now fades, no trace of fear.
You mocked the dreams I kept,
laughed at my quiet fight.
But while you stayed and slept,
I chased the edge of night.
Your words, they pushed me high,
fuel for the fire I own.
Each scar’s a badge I try
to wear now that I’ve grown.
I’m not who you recall,
still I rise, unbound.
So throw your stones, I’ll be fine,
say what you will, but I’m here.
What once held me in line
now fades, no trace of fear.
