Lost in a world full of fear and deceit
As a child, I was all Alone.
Destined to live my life of Horror and Pain
In a Prison of Shame and Despair.
In this world that Allowed Happiness and Joy,
I was held prisoner in a cage of fear.
As I looked through the bars of my Inner Prison
I watched in Confusion as others embraced their Freedom.
I wondered in awe at their Boldness with Life:
I wanted so badly to Earn the Right to live.
The more I saw how real people Blossomed
The more I felt Unreal and very Alone.
Only I could be so Evil to deserve this Hell.
I feared myself: I hid behind a mask of Virtue?
The more I tried to be "good" - to please others,
The more Damage I did - the Dungeon got Darker.
I started digging as hard as I could (to Escape my Pain).
I delved into Forgetfulness and stayed for awhile.
Then I grew up - still digging for my rights.
I uncovered the Forgotten Past with all of its Pain.
But, now I know these were Not My Sins.
I was taught self-loathing to Hide cover Their Crimes.
To Heal from the Wounds, Iâ??ll have to share my memories
Of a life full of pain, self-hatred and shame.
I've had to tell others of my time in Hell.
I've Needed to tell - to Break the Chains.
What I've found is a world full of Compassion and Love -
Where there are others who've lived the same sentence as me.
We've all been Alone in our Prisons of Tears -
Unaware of each other; blinded by Fear.
But, now we can See our Common Ground -
We are Not Alone - We are Many.
As we walk our own Paths to Freedom,
We meet more Survivors along the way.
Together, there is no way to fail;
With Voices, We are Not Alone.
Namaste, Kati
As a child, I was all Alone.
Destined to live my life of Horror and Pain
In a Prison of Shame and Despair.
In this world that Allowed Happiness and Joy,
I was held prisoner in a cage of fear.
As I looked through the bars of my Inner Prison
I watched in Confusion as others embraced their Freedom.
I wondered in awe at their Boldness with Life:
I wanted so badly to Earn the Right to live.
The more I saw how real people Blossomed
The more I felt Unreal and very Alone.
Only I could be so Evil to deserve this Hell.
I feared myself: I hid behind a mask of Virtue?
The more I tried to be "good" - to please others,
The more Damage I did - the Dungeon got Darker.
I started digging as hard as I could (to Escape my Pain).
I delved into Forgetfulness and stayed for awhile.
Then I grew up - still digging for my rights.
I uncovered the Forgotten Past with all of its Pain.
But, now I know these were Not My Sins.
I was taught self-loathing to Hide cover Their Crimes.
To Heal from the Wounds, Iâ??ll have to share my memories
Of a life full of pain, self-hatred and shame.
I've had to tell others of my time in Hell.
I've Needed to tell - to Break the Chains.
What I've found is a world full of Compassion and Love -
Where there are others who've lived the same sentence as me.
We've all been Alone in our Prisons of Tears -
Unaware of each other; blinded by Fear.
But, now we can See our Common Ground -
We are Not Alone - We are Many.
As we walk our own Paths to Freedom,
We meet more Survivors along the way.
Together, there is no way to fail;
With Voices, We are Not Alone.
Namaste, Kati