I am not a soldier That will fight in your wars I have enough scars, I don’t need anymore.
So you can call me a f**king coward And condemn me to hell But remember that soon The tale of your demise I’ll tell.
A soldier needs to fight their own wars Whether that means losing their soul I have to battle my own problems And fight my war against cigarettes and alcohol …. Oh and YOU.
Again hated my mom and wrote this poem. Written aged 18