Bent twice,
Muddied,
Bloodied.
They tell you to
Stand tall,
Not to let them
See you fall.
But it hurts,
Name ripped through dirt.
You hit a wall.
And sometimes,
You don’t feel like
Being strong
At all.
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Bent twice,
Muddied,
Bloodied.
They tell you to
Stand tall,
Not to let them
See you fall.
But it hurts,
Name ripped through dirt.
You hit a wall.
And sometimes,
You don’t feel like
Being strong
At all.