Peel a layer of me,
tear and scar till it bleed.
Epidermis soar out red as sting bee,
lost in agony as I cried.

Layers of me thickens,
nerves and tissues responding every ounce.
WBC warriors readying to fight wars,
martyrdom they seek with pride.

Nestled those cry in my soul,
fear of failure chills the bones.
Money and success go hand in hand real,
keep hearing crap till you succeeds.


© Api🐒