Inside

Blank. Cold features
on an ancient face.
No warmth in the way
you survey
the masses.
Eyes of stone.

Marks of war,
trouble, and pain,
scar your face.
You can't hide the
tears on your flesh
from prying eyes.

Your body is a canvas
for guns, blades,
for torture. You endure
it all, yet show no
emotion. The inner
strength shines out.

The words of a
hundred fights
strain your mind,
making you more aware of
who you are, and what
you stand for.

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