To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

I am strong.

I am severely rotten and damaged

To the point where I'm already wise

With all the searing pain I had to go through

And all the putrid sludge of disgusting lies

.

Been toyed with, been played with notions

Mess with my broken screwed-up emotions

Made me spin around in dizzying circles still

Fed me up till to my stomach I felt badly ill

.

But I'll never give up, and I'll never give in

I've withstood all vicious tearing storms

I've grown a shell and a thicker set of skin

To protect me from darkness and the scorn

.

I know I ain't all godly and perfect

But still, they are all fucking wrong

And despite what they like to see

I know that I'm still standing strong.