Old wounds Gone… never look back

Never look back

Don’t dare to stare

Old wounds are

To hurt you worst than a hack

Wish them not to come back

At an early age, learning by myself 

Not trusting any just myself

Only the lonely only myself 

Drastic measures learned myself 

Mom worked so hard 

Dad forced to make more to ends meet

Life was hard, life was cruel

School came up, easy to make friends 

Easy to be caught in others' hands

Peer pressure for sure, I reassured

Hopelessly accepted it

Hopelessly not being helped

The school became my jail

I never wanted to hail 

High school, another option

I decided not to break the motion

Peer pressure for sure 

Followed like a shadow 

Peer testing for acceptance

And performance 

Sinners by choice

Apprentice without a choice

Migration - a solution 

Not a petition

Working hard for an illusion

Where’s the fucking motivation?

Gather what you can 

As fast as you can 

Catch the train to freedom

With no pardon

Getting married

I’m rooting, sadly annoyed 

Language made me the best to be acquired

Acceptance in a world learned 

White only works 

No other colours

At no other hours

No more hors d'oeuvres

Working hard and devoted 

As everyone voted 

Smarter grew up better

The experience made me the master 

Holding a title, the later 

Happiness? Still, nowhere to conquer

No one to ask her about

A teapot about to release pressure

It’s spout never to work for sure

Learned practicality 

A master in continuity and maturity

Lost purity I must exercise quality 

Working my ass off practically

A slap in the face

Shall I risk all my aces?

What about life price

I’m still young

Who cares?

A door opened

I took it, I did not close it

Making sure it was only for me 

It bounced back on me

It hurt so bad it made mad 

Homestead 

Obligated I took it instead 

Heavy as lead 

Stuck in my head

Prostrated in bed

Only myself to fed

At the pinnacle of my life 

My veins I feel to cut sits a knife

Alone, without a wife

Lost never found

I’m lonely abound

Again I’m sitting here

I look back but I don’t stare 

It is hard to share 

It is hurtful to spare 

A lesson never learned

A life found I wasted 

Old wounds come alive 

Stings so bad as stingy cuts

I did not understand 

Just stand in front of the mirror 

And with horror 

Accept these old wounds

That still hunts around