Why is it so difficult to admit that you were at fault?
Why is it so difficult to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong”
Why is it so difficult to own up to an error?
Why is it so difficult to make a relationship better?
Why is it so difficult to move out of the shade?
Why is it so difficult to curb a desire that gumption forbade?
Why is it so difficult to come together after falling apart?
Why is it so difficult to blank out a face in the dark?
Why is it so difficult to close down an overworked mind?
Why is it so difficult to leave a past behind?
Why is it so difficult to not hurt someone?
Why is it so difficult to care for them in return?
Why is it so difficult to pave our own destiny?
Why is it so difficult to place our decisions under scrutiny?
Why is it so difficult to stand up to iniquity?
Why is it so difficult to salvage lost dignity?
Every time I rise, I am chastened
Every time I waver, I am broken
Every time I smile, I am punished
Every time I speak, I am snubbed
I picked up the shards of what once belonged to me
Among them, my heart, my dreams and my verity
I got off the borrowed ride, threw away my shackles and cut myself free
Unfurled my sails, set my sights and embarked on a voyage to a distant sea