Jul 28, 2009 12:12
You force me into corners
You make me feel so small
I feel you above me
My skin begins to crawl.
Laugh at me, Fate.
I know you do.
Tear at me, Fear
You know where to go.
You want me to crawl.
But I won't.
Not as long as I can stand tall.
You force me to fight.
Fight I will.
I'll take your challenge,
and beat you in the end.
self,
prose,
tired