The Fighter


Not very physical
More than emotional
Here I stand alone
Like nobody is home
No longer afraid
Of the way that I was made
Fighting my way
Through every day
My head it pounds
My feet no longer reach the ground
Slowly losing it
A place to fit
Terrible thoughts surround me
And even though I try to flee
They will always be there
I try to act like I don't care
But I'm slowly losing the fight
Like at night when there is no light
I tell myself there is nothing wrong
To stiffen up and act more strong
Even though I can feel the pain
Almost to the point where I'm feeling insane
I realize I'm not a soldier
That it's only get worse as I get older
Got to brace myself for what's next
More of life's unruly rejects.

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