My fight

Sometimes you have to look in the mirror and say,

“Is this me?”

And sometimes many face their demons 

As the misperceived see ghosts That fight the Devil that will eat at your soul 

Until your lies destroy your strength,

Belittle you; 

You’re  weak, no belief. 

As I stand on the breach Hanging by a thread,

My number’s up; my choice,no other. 

I awake as if I had a superpower.  

I’ll be Mr Hindsight, but I know I'm the coward

Who hid in the trenches in World Wars One & Two. 

But I cannot just lay in my coffin. Life goes on - a journey on a path,

As I fight for who I am

To earn the respect of the friends I have.

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