Long ago,
I was young,
I was quick to forgive.
And found it easy to forget.
The more your hand gets scarred up, the stronger it gets.
The same with your heart.
but there is pain.
You probably didn't know that.
You probably don't know that you aren't the only person in the world.
You don't know that words are like arrows on a target.
Some miss.
Some don't.
I'm not your target.
I'm not quick to forgive anymore.
I've lost my youth.
I've learned not to get mad.
Because I know you will fail in the end.
Someday, all that awfulness will pay off.
When you take a trip to the detention center.
Or the homeless shelter
Those who don't learn don't succeed.
Because the world isn't made for you.
You were made for the world.
Good luck.
Have fun,
I'm done
