The Gunners

You called me brave, bold enough to bite the bullet.

You patted my shoulder, as if I was a hero in wounds you carved.

You forgot, the gun was mine.

Your hands trembled, but your fingers pulled the trigger.

You taught me to be strong, with scars you gifted.

You taught me to be resilient, with wars you started.

And when I stood tall with a chest full of holes,

You smiled sweetly,

As if you weren't the architect of my pain.