I am a person of survival But growing up, that was not really my title A dead soul who was screaming for revival A young girl who became suicidal I felt the hits and the kicks of society Probably the reason why I suffer from anxiety I was never in the form of perfection So I became the best example of neglection They called me names from fat bitch to white trash To other shit I won't say, it's that bad They called me up and would always need back up