SyntheticHeart's Poems and Songs

Good in Me (Poem)

Trying not to feel the knife in my back

As I hear of the traumas they've faced

Cause they've faced far worse attacks

Yet I'm still petrified by a man's embrace

They bear the scars of a million battles

But I stand here still pained by just one

Each and every impressive scar belittles

My youthful hands gripping a cold gun

Now I know how insignificant I am in the end

A single trauma doesn't make me strong

Im just a child that can play pretend

Standing tall as if I somehow belong

But I have no place among these warriors

How the hell am I in this hall of fame?

I belong among the sinners and the liars

And not even the best or worst anyways

I belong behind a strong set of steel bars

And though i know that nobody agrees

I know myself, every memory and every fear

Every struggle and crime that made me, me.

They were victims, they were abused

I fought back with every muscle in my body

I didn't surrender and let myself be used

I'm no innocent, I seriously hurt somebody

Hell, somebody? No. Every one of them

I struggled and struggled till I was free

Pretending to give in so they let their guard down

So, dear friend, no. I don't see the good in me.

But maybe one day I'll rise among the sinners.