Words; the Lecture of Life

If words were weapons,

I'd be dead.

I know what I did was wrong;

My shattered conscious is not entirely gone,

But you rub it in my face,

Like a person who just beat me in the race,

Of life.

I will always strive in this world,

even with my perfect grades and conduct.

Until something, or someone,

Finally ends the Lecture of Life.

My strife.