That time we all shot ourselves in the leg and still tried to walk normal

Everyone does it
had done it
was doing it

We all shot ourselves in the leg

I felt distrust in this process
but we were preserving traditions

The consensus was
we walk around JUST FINE
eventually we don’t even BLEED

So I took a smooth cold gun and shot once into my upper thigh

The bullet dove deep
found a place in tissue and bone

          And, it became a part of me
          I walked without
          remembering the pain
          I was
          SO STRONG
          I was
          SO BAD

But one day I started burning