Too young to know

 I was too raw,

Scared and hurt,

Had to be better,

Faster, sharper,

Second place was never enough.

I had to hurt and draw blood.

I had to bite so hard you couldn't forget.

Just so I could feel I was good enough

That I was enough,

That was a laugh.

That I could be part of the gang.

Til the gang no longer exists.

And you grow up and realize the hurt

You cause with your sharp wit.

Always pushed it too far,

And now no one is laughing anymore.