Who I was before
Who was I before I was attacked?
I was a nice guy who looked on the bright side of things.
Never saw nothing wrong with the world.
Till one day I saw a guy beating some other guy
I stepped in
I wish I did not
I spent all my summer in intensive care unit healing
All because he stabbed me in the ribs and punctured a lung
Now I can't trust anyone at all
I think of one person now
Me!
And now I write Poems to lash out!!
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