Constant stares force my gaze downward
Yesterday’s scars, why won’t you heal?
The skin is tender, the memory, bright
I fear whenever the sun decides to fail
There will be another sleepless night
One tells me it’s normal, another says
I should see a therapist and confess
My past demands sacrifices I cannot give
Because I am not fit to die for this world
Hardly heard, so I’m hereafter never a hero
I can say so much, but only so loud
Overrun in a world run by packs of wolves
If I could submit to the wave, should I?
There’s fragments of my surroundings
Challenging me, inviting me to Anger
Incensed at the assumption I only care about