I’m writing all these little words
to get over guilt and shame
and all the years of being hurt
but never crying out in pain.
For every single time I’ve suffered,
I will write another line
until every crime’s been uttered
and I can own them, though they’re not mine.
Every bad thing ever done
and every heart that has been broken
I will bring into the sun
And scream victory for me and those softer spoken.
And when my work is at last complete,
and every crime accounted for,
happiness won’t have to be discreet
and you and I won’t be sad anymore.