Stalwart in appearance  

Turbulent undercurrents fashioned like a noose

Heaving the abuse

Weighing down confidence

The scars will reveal the truth

In this wellspring of anger

Focused and deliberate

Looking to the past through the mirror

Into this child's eyes

No understanding then of the what or why

But now stands a broken man

Who fully fucking understands...

...Once it creeps it's way in

It never fucking leaves

It appeals to my self-destructive nature

And it's a part of me I wish I could sever

The part of me I hate whole

No longer just the lingering shadow...

...So this is what I am

and this is who you've made

Molded by your hands, your fists

Shattered by your rage

Now consumed by my own

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