Tiger Stripes
I used to call them brave, the people who would misbehave
but it was destiny one day I would become like these kids
broken and alone, not feeling loved or happy
the bond between those youngsters was unbreakable
blood is thicker than water is what the old people say
but it in their case the water had won
some people call them tiger stripes
others choose words like battle wounds
you always called it beautiful
but for me it was a curse
something I could never stop
demons whispering in my ear
the devil loves pretending
he always seems to care
and for me that was enough.
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