Your words can shot through me too,

You know

This isn't a matter of

What

Or

How

It's simple really

To see me as I am

But to ask you to add up the numbers

Is too much

You don't care

That if you shot

A hole will form in me

Just like in everyone else

You shot me anyway

Because you

Just see a past

Belonging to someone

Who got lost

But even now that I am home

I don't wear

A bulletproof vest