Move out of the way
Get out of the way.
I’ve had enough of your preconceptions of me that try to collect my neck and break me
A bleak wall of glorious green vines standing before me treacherously plotting
I’ve served a thousand years beneath your shadow, yet you barely recognise mine
So I’m going to look in the mirror again and remember who I truly am
This dark cloak I’ve used as armour can be lifted and gone
The young girl that was before you has now become strong