War Against Ourselves

Just because I don’t have a camouflage jacket doesn’t mean I haven’t fought in a war.

The kind where guns are pointed at your head

And your fingers lay on the trigger

Except both with the same gun.

I have seen love

Deteriorate

I guess at least it’s eco-friendly

Friend me

And I’ll just manipulate you

See the war I fight pushes people away

Like a nuclear shock wave

There are landmines on my body

You have to be careful where you walk

Or I will explode

I’ve got train tracks running up my left forearm

And scars that look a lot like roads

Away from here

Take the highway and get far away

Because god knows there will never be enough distance between you, and broken.

You never took the class on how to use superglue

You were always getting your fingers stuck together

And asking me to fix it

And yeah I came home with battle scars

But this war was broadcast into our living rooms

I also came home with open wounds

So I’m still fighting.

But I don’t always wear my helmet to the grocery store

Or my army pants to school

There are no yellow ribbons supporting my troops

Against the war on ourselves

But maybe that’s just because

It’s so hard to tell who’s winning.