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Myself, I Confess

Not just a survivor, I am a combatant
silently stalking the path least traveled
 
It's best you get out of my way  
Else be prepared to pay
  
Your dignity will be my trophy  
 
 
I am a gladiator, each day my arena  
Fighting for just one more breath  
I scream, I bleed, I plead, I fall  
You’ll never get to savor my death

Once again I find strength after all  
Dazed, shaken, yet I stand tall  
 
I may be broken, haunted  
exhausted beyond reason, taunted  
You will never get me to kneel  
I pray, take your best shot  

See? You’ll never bring me to heel  
For I am everything you are not  
 
You believed yourself superior  
legacies attached to your name  
A pedestal was your footstool  
Tell me, now who is the fool?  

Adjust, adapt, do keep up  
The world is no longer the same.
Written by inechoingsilence
Published | Edited 6th Aug 2019
Author's Note
I have endured, and I have not just survived. I truly live, and each day is testament that I won and those who wanted to see me fail lost.
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