I fear not who I am, but what I can become
As I tread shallow ground, and try not to fall
For many days were lost, by not one but two
Fatalities in life at the cost of the few
My nerves shot by the pistol of your very words
Left me shattered and broken for better or for worse
To get back up, after falling so hard down
Is a step to take, for many a common ground
I know not what lies behind truth
But I see it most amongst our youth
For the lies are told by those older, the adults
To hide their true feelings, their petty insults
We may be human, but all are different
Some may be kind, while others belligerent
To fight, or to scream as your falling from above
Is your choice to make, something to take advantage of
