To be scolded and beaten when I feel down
For my friends to join in on
So we all feel like we belong
You are my door mat
To cleanse myself before I must present myself to others
For my insecurities to prey on
So that I can sleep a little better
You are the skeleton in my basement
Hidden away from the world
For my secrets to hide with
So I can face the world without sin
You are my lightning rod
To dump the excess rage as I pour down upon you
For my soul to feel dry
So I can go on to feel innocent
You keep my physical torment inside
You keep my psychological warfare
My sadness and my anger
And some day, I will accept it all back
With a spin and a grin
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