Teen

Beaten down
Knocked around
Always made out
As a clown
Until tears of blood
Are shed no more

Suck it up
Move around
Searching for
More fertile ground
or some way
To even scores

Every scar a memory
A reason for revenge
Don’t pretend
Otherwise

The ricochet
Will come your way
Subconscious
Hate will make it’s stay
Until the blood
Is shed

Hold it in
A little longer
Think the anger
Makes you stronger
Until all love
Is dead

The child is gone
Not yet a man
Can you survive?
Of course you can
But what will you become?

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