Biting Nails - Part II

See him clench his fists
See his muscles tense up
Ready to fight
Because he has nowhere to flee to

Oh, and he does bite his nails
And he does not know how to cope so often
And he trembles, in anger, in fear
And he coils up cramped in the corner of
A pitch-black room when the memories breach each and
Every one of his carefully erected walls
Making him a victim all over again
Oh, he is nowhere close to being on the mend, no matter the do-gooder
And he still bites his fingers bloody

So, see him deny all that
See him stand one more time
See him wash off the blood and run from the bad dreams
Run from being bashed to giving
Others a taste of their naive, cruel brutality

Oh, and it is not fair
And he does know it isn't
And he still continues to inflict wound upon
Wound on nameless substitutes
On sons and brothers and friends
And he doesn't care

Oh, but he knows
Because if he let himself care, he might break and break down and
He is afraid
That maybe, that one hypothetical time
He would stop standing up and
Just stay in the pitch-black room

So, see him, still
Biting his nails bloody