Contradiction
I am a contradiction
not whom I should be
not sure of who I really am?
I only know I’m me.
Born a gentle stranger
in a furnace of contempt
forced to witness far too much
in a world where hope was spent.
Growing was so stressful
never time to sit and learn
too many fights and arguments
...waiting for my turn.
Now I am this contradiction
strong but oh so weak
I feel I have the right to answer…
but do more damage when I speak.
I crave for the love of another
but sit quietly by no one’s side
and should a smile pass my way
I choose to run and hide.
I was never born a fighter
but it is what I’ve become
learning so young to defend myself
I became a loaded gun.
Now everything I thought I was
it seems that I was wrong
living a life of contradictions
has seen everything I thought… undone!
