There are those places you can't avoid
The war zones that are part of your commute
The triggers that you can't shield against
No barracks in sight
Those bullets you wish you had a shield for
But the same bloody sand
Grows lush grassy patches
Those things you do want to cherish
There's both - really starved for the good
But the bad - scarring that I can't handle
How much longer
It's not just me, but
Sometimes people say my life was perfect
They just see that varnished brick wall
That surrounds the field cum battlefield
That keeps flies out
Me keeping things in doesn't mean I'm fine
Or that I'm immune
It's just that I really am scared of trust
What if you take my already broken shield for yourself
Not fear, I'm just being extremely cautious.
~Zeta #poetry
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