When I was younger
I craved, hungered
For relief, release
I was tortured, teased
Yet, no savior came
Every day I prayed
I grew older, grew
Bolder, wiser, screw
The opinions of
Chumps and minions, tough
On the surface only
Truth is they’re lonely
In retrospective
They’re just protective
Of their own failures
Look past the layers
Even they battle
Demons they straddle
Be strong, wise, worthy
Their strife’s not worth me
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