I am the man that went to court today
Lost custody of his son.
Reduced to tears in front of strangers
As an abusive woman won.
I am the lonely stranger you saw on the bus
Wishing someone would talk to him today.
He went to war to fight our battles
But nobody had anything to say.
I am the child that is hiding behind the couch
As mother and father fight.
Too afraid to stick up for either one
And both will die tonight.
I am the soldier that returned from war
To fight demons for decades inside.
Crying, fighting, screaming at times
Tonight he’ll take his last ride.
I am the beast within you that won’t say hello
To that dirty beggar on the street.
Though you claim to be such a nice person
To everyone you meet.
I am the voice inside your head at night
That says you’re better than all the rest.
You don’t have the mental illness, you’re clean…
Honestly, you’re just blessed.
I am the forgiveness you give to the souls
That are crying out in vain
Only because you’ve been sent to hell
For ignoring all their pain.