Roberta, 20yo, Napoli.

I was an ocean, lost in the open

nothing could take the pain away

so you can throw me to the wolves

tomorrow I will come back,

leader of the whole pack

beat me black and blue

every wound will shape me,

every scar will build my throne

the sticks and the stones

that you used to throw

have built me an empire

so don't even try to cry me a river,

cause I forgive you

you are the reason I still fight.