Beneath the Surface

In the shadows of the playground, the war begins,

Cruel words cutting deeper than skin.

A twisted game where pain’s the prize,

Behind their laughter, a soul slowly dies.

Power’s an illusion, it’s all they’ve got,

A fragile ego in a tangled knot.

Beneath the surface, we’re all the same,

No one’s born with hatred, no one’s born with shame.

Break the cycle, don’t play their role,

Kindness is the antidote to a fractured soul.

They say, “Sticks and stones,” but it’s not true,

Words can scar and shape your view.

The ones who bully, the ones who harm,

Are often shielding their own alarm.

It’s fear and pain that drive their hands,

In a world they don’t understand.

Beneath the surface, we’re all the same,

No one’s born with hatred, no one’s born with shame.

Break the cycle, don’t play their role,

Kindness is the antidote to a fractured soul.

What if we stopped and asked them why?

What’s the hurt they’re trying to deny?

It’s not an excuse, but a place to start,

To heal the wounds and mend the heart.

Beneath the surface, we’re all the same,

No one’s born with hatred, no one’s born with shame.

Break the cycle, don’t play their role,

Kindness is the antidote to a fractured soul.

The fight’s not won with fists or blame,

But by standing tall and rejecting shame.

The power to change is in your hand,

A brighter future, a kinder land.