Who I Am

My hands are rough, but my heart is soft. The calluses built up have become a shield for the ones I love. My eyes are hard but full of hope, they examine my past with bittersweet tears. Every memory of love, joy, and hope are welcomed with open arms, but no more than a minute are they allowed to stay. The memories of anger, hate, and betrayal are given fair warning, but stay the night anyway, for the lessons they give are invaluable to me for a better future. My intelligence is childlike, but full of wisdom and experience, the only use I have for it is to live my life with joy and peace. My scars are large, but they hurt me none the lessons they taught me have been learned and they stay to remind me along the way. My anger is alive, but under control the, fire I have inside only escapes when the child inside me has long since past. The ones I love are why I bleed, the ones I hate are why I breathe. The hatred they give me is enough to live and the love I've earned is why I'm free.