Their hate
Their envy
Their insecurities
They chase after you as if you’ve committed a crime
It feels illegal to be yourself
when they try to catch you every time
They see you free from the chains of insecurity, of envy, of hate
They see you live without the fear of others' judgment, what they create
Like a politician, they scheme to hide their mess and reveal yours
But your mess is already on the table, behind broken doors
You are a glass mirror, trying to show them what they want to see but
With arms shaped like hammers, they smash and they cut
Out your insecurities, hidden underneath layers of skin
And the audience watches, only half hoping you’ll win
But that audience, they are struggling too
They watch your undoing
with shivers of deja vu
Old scars burn as their blood once again rushes with shame
Because really
we are all the same
Everyone bears the weight of fear and hides scars from the past
But some lash out in hopes the high of relief will last

After all
The only reason they throw fists fueled by hate
Is so that their insecurities
their fear of judgment
Can stain someone else, with bruises they create
But we can’t pretend to be blind, shield our eyes from the truth
We are all victims of judgment, hate, and cruel truths
That pain grows inside us like we swallowed seeds of hate
And blossoms into buds
waiting for us to take the bait
Until we pick that flower and force it into another’s hand
So it spreads and it slithers until it covers every inch of this land
Yet these people aren’t entirely to blame, they’re victims too
Who swallowed the hate and let it break them in two
One half chases peace, running in vain
The other rages, embodying the pain

They said to us, let go of the past
But I can't recall that anyone ever asked
Because if you can say that
I don’t think you understand
That feeling stinging, like the back of someone’s hand
Then how do you move on, if you don’t let go of the weight
Become just like them or transform all the hate
Or maybe you can forgive but
you’ll never forget
Because how is it fair if they escape the regret
But we will not forget that they are victims too
Whose pains are shadowed by everything we have been through
There’s no way for them
to take back what they’ve done
But at least for now
They’ve put down the gun