Not Autobiographical. This happened to a person I know. He was abused and survived. Still fears becoming like his parents: Them.
Will I always be
wondering who I am
So afraid
of being them
As a child I wore my pain
On the backside
of my father's hand
I learned to live
with he did
Like water shares the sand
My mother
warned
get used to rough
As if I hadn't hurt enough
They liked to lure the laughter down
& crack the crying up...
CHORUS
Will I always be
Not sure
who I am
Still so
Afraid of being them
Tucked inside my pocket
Is a neatly folded note
All the things I should have told them
I only wrote
As a schoolboy
The teachers said
Ignore the voices in your head
Dylan's tongue
Vincent ears
I cant speak
I cant hear
Chorus
Will I always be
wondering
who I am
Still so afraid of being them