Iron Scars

Tiny fists break against my face. Laughter echoes like a cruel embrace. Chalk boards screech

my name in pain. Bruises blossom, a daily chase. Iron scars.

They burn so deep. Can't escape. Can't even sleep. A soldier's fight,

but still the same. The bullies wear a different name. Yeah.

Yeah. Boots hit the ground, a drill screams loud.

Same old faces, just a different crowd. Shoved in the dirt,

spit in my eye. Salute the flag but wonder why. Armor's heavy,

but my heart's bare. I carry the weight, but no