06.01.05
I am a rebel. Don’t stand in my way.
Much on my mind, so little to say.
Outcast and overlooked, misread and mistook,
Just smile and grin, it’s a cruel game they play.
I am a loner. I walk on my own.
My body’s my slave, my flesh and my bone.
Working in sync; blend what I do, what I think,
Patiently enduring every stick, every stone.
I am a fighter, so don’t even try.
Determined and focused is that gleam in my eye.
Broken and bruised, mutilated, abused,
Go on and laugh; in the end you will cry.
I am a warrior. See the scars that I keep.
What you now sow, you surely will reap.
Many stories of failure or times I endure,
Imperfections forever, remembered in sleep.
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