Fight of the Fittest
I am smart, successful, and by societies standards, very attractive.
Never will I hang around people that will,
negatively influence my thoughts.
Never will I choose a substance that will mess up my mind.
Never will I be in a situation where,
I cannot remember where I am or who I am.
Never will I sell my possessions, mind, body, or spirit
in order to: obtain a high.
Never again will I experience a daily battle to,
get easy money.
Never again will I lie, cheat, or steal.
Never again will I lose the trust of the ones I love.
Oh, no. Not me. I’m too wise for that.
I’ve come too far to relapse.
Once I felt the scorch of Hell,
just by standing in doorway,
I vowed to never give into the lie of society.
The lie of obtaining happiness, love, and success by any means necessary.
And for the first time in a long time, I have seen the value of life.
I am wiser, stronger, and by my standards, a survivor.
*These events are purely a making of my imagination. Any relations to this work, are strictly coincidental.
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