You think that's a smile, But my teeth grinding Its not the same These scars on my body Helped prove my name. I'm a tree that's cut Stumped, But I'll grow again. Don't dandle my ego So when they oppugn My character. I can reconcile my name. Display the calluses On my hands, Because I can't show The blisters on my brain. Thoughts so deep Ideas bleed out my vain.