I'll take the glory over the gore
and yet I find myself searching for the cuts and bruises.
I want them to scar,
how else will I prove to myself that I deserve this.
And the crowd cheers and sings of praises.
The more I bleed the louder they do.
Stand tall, bite your tongue,
you're supposed to make this look effortless.
Suffering this much should be equivalent to breathing.