PRIVATE WAR.

PRIVATE WAR.
sneak

A case of mistaken identity.
Mistaken here I lie.
My face so bruised and battered -
my lips cannot reply.
Swollen by the onslaught.
Split by vicious blow.
Taunted without reason.
Casually they throw.
Hatred breeds defiance.
Defiantly I bleed.
A casualty of 'being'
It's casualty I need.
Another revolution.
One without a name.
Excuses have their uses.
A pawn within the game.
Participation proven.
The camera never lies?
My innocence in question.
The who, the where and whys?
Circumstances plundered.
My private life on show.
Big brother shot the movie,
directing every blow.
Slow motion, action replay.
Don't mind my fragile state.
I was just the victim.
A role I'll grow to hate.
A role I can't grow out of.
A role I'm branded with.
The scars I wear this evening,
are all you'll ever give.
And I will give you nothing.
I won't retaliate.
I pity you the cancer -
that causes you to hate.
For hate will soon destroy you.
Bitterness will knaw.
Your fate was calculated -
when declaring private war.

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