Battlefield

The bridges in front of me are burning.

And behind me is war.

I'm on the battlefield,

in survival all the time.

I don't know when was the last time I felt safe,

I've been here for over 20 years,

and the missiles are still firing at me.

In a fight

my mother said she's sorry for being human,

but not for what she did to me.

She said she doesn't remember

what she did for 18 years to me constantly.

Not a single time she was honest,

she only apologized because I said she never did.

She said I shall just shut up and forgive.

I never feel safe.

I never feel safe.