My body has been through many wars.
I have scrapes on my knees and my hair tangles like spiderwebs. I sit in front of a broken television set and I smile for the hell of it; the noise no longer phase me. I let the small stuff roll off my shoulders. There will be people who will give you poison apples. There will be moments when you doubt yourself. Sometimes your surroundings change so quickly - you have no time to blink.
I remember I used to sing in the rain and my parents thought I was just being a kid; I will eventually grow out of it. And I did. I now hide inside when it pours. I no longer sing off key and I carry umbrellas around as if I am protecting myself from something awful. I used to go outside without fear. Such is life.
I used to have my own anthem.