Who are you to look at me and so self-righteously
judge
I have survived the monsters that creep from
emotional sludge
The ones that pull and rip at you even at your
very best
The ones that cause your heart to ache immensely
beneath your chest
You have not been even close to the furnace
where I am
You could not hold up for one minute in this
storm where I stand
Do not pretend you understand empathize with or
see me
You know nothing of my inner demons that refuse
to free me
Faith is nothing without the unbridled will to
fight
Put down your plastic condemning faux sword of
right
Phony concern and a thinly masked condescending
face
Go back from where you came this is not your
place
Take your cliches and your advice and ride them
home
I’d rather continue the unwinnable battle
honorably and alone
Say what you want to my face or… wait til my
back is turned
It is not my self-respect and unforgiving soul
that will be burned
I have always followed my heart come what will
or what may
Will you still be able to look at yourself in
the mirror every day
As insignificant as I am you are no angel… no…
better than me
Maybe someday you will come closer to a great…
weight lifting epiphany
Daggers and blame solve nothing and all of us should be free
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