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Interruption

A new poem I wrote. Decided to try it out and see what people think...
Why fight for yourself
When you’re scared of what you’re up against?
When the scratches on your arms and legs
Are a form of mental self defense?
And why fight to be heard
When you see the accusations in their eyes?
When you wonder who will believe,
Or who will believe the lies?
Why fight to be seen
In a world where your feelings don’t matter?
When at the drop of a pin
Your innermost sanity might shatter?
Why fight for yourself
When you only succeed in the art of hurt?
It’s a question of reality...
Mine, not yours.
Why fight your demons
Knowing you’ll fail the test in the end?
Why wake up?
It will only start over again.
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Published: 11/26/2008
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