I’m exhausted from bleeding in silence,
from fixing myself just to be tolerated.
They need someone to blame, so they point,
and I learn how to swallow the verdict.
Every apology tastes like dirt,
every effort dies unnoticed.
I bend until I break, then they ask why I’m sharp,
why I don’t smile while I’m being crushed.
Call me the villain—fine.
At least monsters don’t have to beg to be human.
Please Note I am not a Soldier in any shape or form
It is for Airsoft Team
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