Schoolmates I taunted, weaker than I.
The pain I suffered, I shed on them.
But now reminded, their pain is mine.
Memories of youth have become my enemy.
The spear is sharp.
The point pressed against my chest,
drawing nearer toward my heart.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Schoolmates I taunted, weaker than I.
The pain I suffered, I shed on them.
But now reminded, their pain is mine.
Memories of youth have become my enemy.
The spear is sharp.
The point pressed against my chest,
drawing nearer toward my heart.
