Its M Hands That Are the Enemy

As they look at me with open eyes The nerves in me boil inside I take my seat and look at my toes I feel alone I feel exposed They pick on me every day Every morning I get up and pray For a better life and a better day Home is worse They don’t understand About my school About my hands …. My hands are my worst enemy They abuse my skin With razors and ropes With anything They hurt me always And cause me pain. Another bad day My hands holding tight As it makes contact with my skin I slowly bite down The blood runs out And the tears go dry As my arms are almost covered I slowly start to cry My hands are still the enemy I can’t ever get them to stop As I pray for a better tomorrow I rap my arm up.