Life is not a battlefield

It’s not a war of mental or physical strength

You can’t coat your psyche in barbed wire

Of  cold comments and rude remarks

We live in a world where

Conversations are land mines

Where a single remark can blow up in your face

Accomplishments aren’t hand grenades

Apathy isn’t a barricade 

Apology is not martyrdom

There's no occupation of mental states

There's no sieges on sympathy

There's no enemy you can dehumanize

Where your mind makes its own propaganda

To somehow convince yourself of the words you fight with

No one can defeat you

You can’t defeat anyone

There's no front you need to defend

There's no us or them

Where your pride is a general

Decorated from years of hate and self-glory

You can’t send your heart to the front lines

While still holding your defenses 

Like it’s your last lifeline before death

Life is not a battlefield

There's no winning

There's no prize when you die

The only reward was the time you spent alive

But you had to grab your guns and raid your arsenals

Praying that there's enough bullets to last the day

You had to see life, and those around you as something to conquer

Instead of a gift you were given at birth

Instead you grab a machine, shot, barrel, pistol, whatever you prefer

And you hold, aim, take the shot at your fellow man who feels everything the same

The second we were given the words 

We became soldiers in this dangerous game

Life is not a battlefield 

Life isn’t something you can win

Or prove that you deserve

It’s a gift

It’s a beautiful gift