Damaged Goods

Like a can of green beans thrown down on the floor
The can’s perfect shape flawless form is no more
Take it off the shelf sell it for half price
It’s damaged goods now welcome to life
Its value is now less can’t you see the dent
All based on the corner that’s slightly been bent
I raise the question what does it effect
Does the product on the inside now have a defect
Is it all about presentation, appearance and look
Do we glance at the cover quickly judge the book
Dropped hard on the ground an apple fell
Throw it in the trash now it won’t sell
The insides ruined bruised to the core
What’s that you say you don’t want it anymore
It’s all the same can or apple, dent or bruise
If you had too which would you choose
Either way they’re both broken the harm won’t fade
That’s how I feel, damaged goods I’ve been made
I can look in the mirror and no bruises are seen
No visible marks but what does that mean
I hear the worst scars are the ones you can’t see
These are the ones that consume and claim me
The ones I can’t cover that simply won’t heal
I run they give chase, my peace of mind they steal
I stay, fight back, my sanity strips away
Hide and it finds me, this is my normal day
Ignore, it gets louder. Listen, it grows stronger
Give in, finally say, I can’t take it any longer
Give it time, keep going. Trust me I have
Like a merry-go-round, keeps coming back to the bad
Life marches on, I really do know
Fall off, get back on like a rodeo show
Have to believe everyone gets a second chance
To live this life, to the song dance
Live life without regret, I’ve heard it said
They won’t quit, be quiet, stop or be dead
The images and regrets all have a voice
Over and over, I make the same choice
I will keep living, fighting this fight
Running through the dark, searching for the light
I won’t fall victim to my regrets, fall to my grave
Believe it or not, this life I can save
There’s no giving up, I’ve made it my law
I'll never know unless I give it my all
Forgive, I have. Forget, I can’t, once more try
Damaged goods, I am, I can’t deny
Call me an apple, Call me a can
It doesn’t matter, I’ll stick to the plan
The cuts and scrapes I won’t lie they hurt
But I refuse for my life to lose its worth
I won’t toss it away, mark it a discount
Won’t sell it to the devil, no matter the amount
Lessons learned are the ingredients to my meal
Wisdom and courage aren’t sold for a deal
No, my scars are earned, I’ll wear them with pride
Gained from all the times my eyes have cried
I may be broken, have some wear and tear
What’s in my cabinet, I’ll gladly share
I won’t be naïve nor the oblivious type
This won’t be all I have to face in my life
More damage will come before I die
And again, it will happen, Clean up on isle five