Naked

Everyone is blunt in Junior High, I suppose. A struggle for who you are, leaves us naked and standing in the middle of a sea of cowards, who are we to know that we are not judged. And who are we to say we don't judge others? I suppose you could revert, back to something you were. Or climb into yourself, pretend that nothing is wrong as you stumble with glazed eyes. You could shine. Be stripped of all you are and embrace the glowing core. 'Fire away! Your best bullets, your best soldiers!' And fully loaded with grotesque words, who are they to fire their words? They slip off your naked body, coated with Vaseline. Your shine is enough to subdue them. 'Fire away!'