O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
Two friends I know well.
They’ve dragged me through hell,
Ripped up cell by cell.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
Will there ever be peace?
I truly cannot say,
But I’ll try anyway.
Will it be okay?
Will there ever be peace?
Can one master their own flaws?
Can I conquer my raw mind?
I oft look inwards to find
My soul’s been caught in a bind.
Can one master their own flaws?
I’ve become used to hurt,
And accustomed to pain.
I’m surprised I’m still sane,
With so broken a brain.
I’ve become used to hurt.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
They’ve led me to grow,
Took me high and low,
Taught me all I know.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
I don’t like it, I’ll take peace if I can;
But years of fire have forged a better man.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
Two friends I know well.
They’ve dragged me through hell,
Ripped up cell by cell.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
Will there ever be peace?
I truly cannot say,
But I’ll try anyway.
Will it be okay?
Will there ever be peace?
Can one master their own flaws?
Can I conquer my raw mind?
I oft look inwards to find
My soul’s been caught in a bind.
Can one master their own flaws?
I’ve become used to hurt,
And accustomed to pain.
I’m surprised I’m still sane,
With so broken a brain.
I’ve become used to hurt.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
They’ve led me to grow,
Took me high and low,
Taught me all I know.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
I don’t like it, I’ll take peace if I can;
But years of fire have forged a better man.
I realize I write in 4s too often. And 2s. Not enough 3s and 5s. Now, to be fair, I prefer even numbers; odds irk me. But ya gotta have some diversity, yk?
Anyways... yeah... this is just a quick poem about how life has ups and downs, and while the downs **** they help you grow.
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