I’m shedding my old skin. It’s been growing much too tight, and it’s not my shade. I’m moving into something new, something vibrant, something full of life. I’m leaving behind all the bitterness, all the hatefulness. I need to make it. I need to make it out of this town, I’m going to pull myself out of this town. And I’ll look back, but only to remind myself how far I’ve gone. And I’ll write letters, only to remind three thousand people that those empty stares they criticized were protecting the hard work of a developing mind. I’m not going to regret a damn sin, no. And I’m saying goodbye.
I’m chipping away at the bad blood. It’s dried up anyway, like the bad blooded, and their promises, and their love. I’m walking away from all of the fools too blind to see the gem I am. I was invisible as carbon, but under the incinerating pressure of society, I became a diamond. But I’m not set in a wedding band, and you can’t wrap me around your finger. And I’m saying goodbye.
I’m draining all the anger from my veins. I’ll bottle it up, and give it away. I’ll give it to the beaten, and the broken, and softspoken. They’d transform into the fullest being they can be. And you I promise you someone will hear them. I promise you they will find away to walk away, and make peace with themselves. It’s amazing how the world looks through of the eyes of someone else. And we’re saying goodbye.