Schrapnel

The inner voice within

Bears words as weapons

Bearing arms

Defenseless

Am I against

Unable to disarm

Each word a bullet

Strike strike strike

What a sweep-under-the-bed feat

To pull the trigger

Embrace the ricochet

And also permit the bullet

To blow my soul into decay

To the outer voices

I present

Calm and serene

Like I've secured world peace

Or at least a chilling Cold War

Outside voices

Bearing words as normal vices

All while little do they know

Of this war within

Of the leftover schrapnel

Pulling scratching at my skin

Outside voices

Bearing words as normal vices

Little do I know

Of their own gunshot wounds

Underneath their skin

Their hidden schrapnel

And their battles within