I remember the day I was disenchanted
When the cold hand of reality
Slapped me hard across my face
I didn’t whimper, I didn’t sob
I wouldn’t let the coward have the pleasure of seeing me cry
I wiped the blood from my mouth
And smeared the sticky, red, iron tasting goop on my lips like lipstick
Smiled a ****** smile
And asked
“Did that make you feel like a big man?”
And spat in his eyes
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
I remember the day I was disenchanted
When the cold hand of reality
Slapped me hard across my face
I didn’t whimper, I didn’t sob
I wouldn’t let the coward have the pleasure of seeing me cry
I wiped the blood from my mouth
And smeared the sticky, red, iron tasting goop on my lips like lipstick
Smiled a ****** smile
And asked
“Did that make you feel like a big man?”
And spat in his eyes
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