Round Here

those who know pain
often show pain
bleeding all over
everything from
their opened wounds
injuries they sustained
since they came
out their mothers
womb
these are the kind
of broken souls
you find in the room
from acting out of
feeling so much rage
it's their life, their trying
to figure, what makes
them tick and pulls
their trigger
they have so many
hang ups no one bothers
to call anymore
there is nothing left
what was done
took their voice away
they chose to love
but the choice was taken
so when you see them
their always aching
hands out always taken
don't know how to use
the pain, add a little sugar
it taste like lemonade