Thorn - Biohazard

I got this thorn in my side, I try, but I can’t get it out

Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout

No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays

Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day

Thorn in my side

I’ve picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend

Rid myself from the anguish, torment that I must end

I’ve lived this way for years but now I gotta move on

An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn I adorn

Misused, abused, accused, confused

I’m sick and tired of backwards views, my soul’s too tired

All black and bruised