Who am I? A good question. I wish I knew.

No longer do I know what’s genuine, what’s right, or what’s true.

You’ve looked down on me for so long, the insults you’ve thrown,

Have truly done nothing but build my castle of bones.

They’ve tempered me, pounded me hard into shape,

A blade made of lies from which you can no longer escape.

Now it’s your head in the guillotine, but you still think you’ve won.

You think it’s all over, that I’ve quit, that I’m done.

But you failed to realize as I lay there in the dark,

I was covering a fire, no more than a spark.

But now that same fire, which you chose to ignore,

Is a raging inferno, stronger than ever before.

Try to snuff it all you want, but it’s already too late,

All these years of abuse have more than sealed your fate.

Remember that time when you called me your “friend”?

Then you lied to me, used me, my heart you did rend.

But I picked up the pieces, yes, every last one,

So don’t you dare ever, ever think that I’m done.

My heart has been fixed, with a solid iron shell,

Forged in the inferno of my own personal hell.

And somewhere down there lives my original soul,

That sensitive boy that you beat down, his dignity you stole,

With accusations of rape, a very serious rumor,

That spread through the school, like a cancerous tumor.

Everywhere I go, met with whispers and stares,

I feel like an animal, a creature so rare.

You refuse to accept that I’m human, too,

And that disrespect says a lot more about you.