That’s a reminder,
Of who I used to be.
Scars on my body,
Tell me to save my words.
“You’re too young and brash.”
It’s that big mouth of mine,
That gets me hurt.
I don’t think people,
Can take the truth today.
“You’re a bad man, you can’t save yourself.”
I chose silence,
In spite of the aggressor inside of me.
There’s nothing peaceful,
About the pacification of a fighter.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
That’s a reminder,
Of who I used to be.
Scars on my body,
Tell me to save my words.
“You’re too young and brash.”
It’s that big mouth of mine,
That gets me hurt.
I don’t think people,
Can take the truth today.
“You’re a bad man, you can’t save yourself.”
I chose silence,
In spite of the aggressor inside of me.
There’s nothing peaceful,
About the pacification of a fighter.
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