Collection of honesty

My wrists feel a little naked, light as a feather, clear as a vein, The very person that locked me up released me of my chains. He removed the mask over my face, I can breathe and see again. My heart stopped bleeding from gentle stitches, there's no more pain. I can think clearly and make sense, the mind's no longer insane. There's no more sadness no more left to complain. There's no more hurt I tried so hard to contain. There's no more 'It's all okay' tough girl to maintain. There's no more lying to myself 'on behalf of him' to explain, No more 'try to look beautiful', it's perfectly good enough to be plain. There was a freedom I refrained too long to regain, Now I'm taking the fast lane to some fabulous freedom, And on the way to recovery I'll sure sing in the rain.

Yes? Can I help you? What you looking at? Is there something on my shirt? What you scowling at? Can't be the color of my skin? Thought we're way through with that. It's the 21st century honey, Let's drop the tit for tat. We're all just people, Difference is overrated. What's the use in your hatred? Stop frowning, your wrinkles speak energy wasted. Don't take side with Satan. Can't you see the beauty in the diversity fated? Color is culture translated. It's creation of greatness. Together as one, no one's graded. In a never ending circle somehow we're related. Be persuaded in God we're all celebrated.