Really Old Scars Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you think you got it, you do not.
With the pages burning.
Too little, too late.
A failed realestate.
Proping yourself back up.
Learning it is not as easy as it seemed.
Neglect of the mind is a horrible crime.
Practice or desert.
Keeping up with the curve, the farther you go, the more you realize of how much knowledge will be out of your reach.
In the physical world, all that should matter is your know how.
But that piece of paper defines us every day.
But how much did you pay for it, versus the availability?
The dark little secret.
Just trying to get by.
Not trying to capture the sky.
It's good to be free even if you are more then not in need.
The false claims wished upon a broken destiny.
Who said that's what I ever wanted to be.
You have no clue how I got here, and too judge me the way you do you really should.
Raised in the big bad neighborhood, learning to keep your head down.
Coming from multiple broke homes.
The domestic wars left me torn.
Ripped from the inside.
Fighting for any and every possible escape.
So young and dumb.
So many mistakes were made.
And in life there is no eraser on your pencil.
Stabbing yourself with a porcupines quill.
Just to feel.
A distraction from what was real.
No amount of soft and gentle words will heal.
Pain bleeds right through no matter how hard you try conceal.
No matter how distant they are.
Falling like a dying star.
Weakness lays before you in those uninhabitable scars.