I was once told, by a fellow at the bar
People look for two things in a mentor
They search for stars and scars
I look upon my life and what I've endured
Some would think it a life most peculiar
Poverty, Disparity, an unwelcoming family tree
One I always longed to flee, to find a place to be me
So I did enlist in the army.
Comradery, commodity, I thought not for me but for we
Battles fought, I did never flee, a good life now in front of me
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One of challenge and reward, stability
But then my scars, they were mistaken
Not as survival won but lives taken
My future, my dreams, they were forsaken
In cold sweats at night, I still awaken
Even now I do ask what I would have maken
A Man? A Hero? A Monster?
Proudly do I wear these scars, now let's see what of my stars?
Among my class I set the bar, though in truth it was not hard
I have traveled the lands of my home, more near than far
It was a foolish trip of youth, hitching rides car to car
What few friends I have are good, if rather bizarre
But I'm not one to judge, they are who they are.
More scars bare their head, parting gifts from the dead.
Discarded by those I served, I craft meaning from word.
Lonely is this cruel fate I've earned. Relic of childhood spent as a nerd.
No comfort in life, no respite in rest, I doubt I will find any peace in my death.
When my number is drawn, to hell I'll be dragged down.
Until that day I'll rage upwards, I'll be starbound
If you might learn something from myself
Take my mistakes, of them I've a wealth
Live your life boldly, do away with any stealth
It's the world that is crazy not yourself
And of my winnings I hope you can see
You must please yourself not this society
So strike out to your goals, run, meet them bodily
After all, what's the point in this life sans a dream?
"In an insane society, you will not be judged based on sanity but because you are different from the masses." - LoneLeaf
