Kill Your Demon

Each birth is a lottery and unfortunately,

There sits a demon where love should be.

A smiling mask strapped to an angry face,

Acidic words with a venomous lace,

Will it be verbal or will it be fists?

A scar on your mind or a bruise on your wrists?

Titanium grows in the cracks where they broke you,

Slowly remade, you will be your own rescue.

Take a stand and take up arms,

Ensure you never again come to harm.

A scar on your mind and a bruise on your wrist,

A wounded soul, and yet you persist.

You have not bowed and you have not been beaten,

Raise your sword and kill your demon.