Survivor Struggle
What am I feeling in this world I reside? Emptiness, loneliness, draining me from the inside. I try to maintain smiles, but often find frowns. Making it seem I'm all right while putting on a show for these clowns.
I fight the struggle, day-to-day, head-to-head, expecting to obtain peace but find misery instead. But that's fine because I'm fighting for a cause while earning from oppressors who help reveal my flaws.
Oh prison, oh prison: many minds and lives you've maimed. One-by-one, few-by-few, even bodies that lay unclaimed.
I'm scared, I'm confused, battered, beaten, and lost. But find myself I will, no matter my demise or the cost.
I will not quite while confined within your walls. Faithfully, on bended knee, praying my mercies, God will come to claim me. So out of your clutch I will arise from the bottom of the top, no matter my demise.
So consider yourself beat. From the emotional abyss, I now ascend. The pains and wounds you've inflicted have now begun to mend. Others will follow me, so i have some work in store. You have won many battles, but I shall win the war. In the words of Hellen Keller, "The best things in this would cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
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