Me

I've been thrown down, and still am
Only to come back stronger, same, or weaker from the fight
Painful scares of my past cover my free 'soul'
From those close and those who hardly know me
I've said I've gone from 'human' to 'dragon'
Standing for my people - Jehovah's Witnesses
It's true, I don't trust many anymore,
I learned to put my 'dragon scarred skin' up first
Only in return, make my own worlds.
Between the pages of a note book or on lose papers
Many times I fall back on them
Drawing things that frighten even me
That wasn't ME!
That was from a human!, --but that's what I am...
Yes, I'm another imperfect human
That's got scares from other human's nails.
But my 'blood' screams the loudest in my ears
I'm all alone, because I can't hear 'them'
It's passable, my screams of pain need air to carry it
That's when I hear it, more screaming
And it's not the queuing in the empty space I've made.
There's more, and close now.

We lean on each other, still crying
Nursing each other's wounds of our blooded pasts
Same, and yet different victims we are
But the 'knife' that's still in bedded in my back
Is there because I stand for my people
And that 'blood' I'm proud to shed,
Till he -Jehovah- stops Satan once and for all!