Battle Scars

The battle scars across my back

And along my thigh are usually bruises

That take far too long to heal

And scratch marks on my face and nose

That no one knows are under my makeup 

And false hyper enthusiasm and 

Optimistic joy hide the pain of a very, very

Extremely tired child like boy 

Who is going to explode 

And when that happens

One can never know or tell

What he'll do to them

The line has been drawn in the sand

And it has been made by man

And when the time comes for me 

To stand up I must remember

There is no such thing as revenge

For someone will punish them 

For what they do not understand

They are poor excuses for people

And one day I'll be far away 

Drinking an iced tea and rolling a cigarette

I'll jovial that there are no longer here

Drawing lines in the sand