I'm judged for the mistakes of others,
By my mother, my father, my sisters, and brothers,
As every part of me dies,
They pick away at my insides,
They leave invisible scars,
They've locked me up with invisible bars,
I'm scared of what they might do next,
Or what of what part of me they'll wreck,
As every part of me dies,
They pick away at my insides.
