bad day #2

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

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