Getting stuck
and choking until plucked,
this entire world paves us a path
that on the way to success,
gives a thorn bath.
Taking the ability of working by pain
and teaching us a way to be insane,
learning to pluck those hurdles by self
and keeping those causes doubt themselves.
No we never did harm to the tree
but harming us is just for free!
To see those aching for its satisfaction
and getting brave is our reaction.
None will see how we feel
and none will help us heal,
surrounding wants to take,
everything it never gave.
They call us mean
when the thorn is left unseen,
since it was meant to hurt
but we define it as a dirt.
We know its existence since the beginning
but now it is our inning!
getting harsh yet not sadist,
since no other way does exist.
One day will come those scars would heal,
those letting us down would make an appeal,
we will stand high on the same ground
but that staircase would be a thorn mount.