Igross
Police badge bangs against the peep hole
Trapped inside the sweating grip
Don't sqeeze me, I might pop into a dulle existence
Like coal, in a thousand years I'll be a diamond
Like you, I'll never be perfect
Badges mark your arm,
Like little battle scars
They are
You were fighting a war within yourself
Alone, are we
We the hunger underdogs, the wall flowers
The ones who notice everyones badges
But have the human decency not to point them out.
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