From my wrist, The tears I cried, My eyes did miss, The pain that was, A hidden gift, The trials that, Strengthened my grip. Experience, Through time I gained, Blessings were, Disguised by pain, The spill that rendered, My life stained, Is no more, For things have changed. The times my fingers, Pointed blame. Back at myself, Are gone again, Happiness, No longer feigned, I wear the smile, Now my name.