They say to you be who you are
And yet all of these nets and traps
And tests they set to watch you fail

The only way to get out
Is to put up your own
And rise above
As you step on those
Who suffer at the whip of your tongue
And the lash of your words.

They say the witty, the clever
Survive.

And they certainly do.
Being survivors of a different kind,
Of the subtle knives
No one looks for as they turn around
To face the oncoming train,
Forgetting to step off the tracks
And glance behind them.