I Am A Warrior.

September 23, 2015

I am a faulty weapon,

I am a failed disease.

I represent oppression,

I continue causing grief.

I have one mission and one mission true,

The mission set to destroy all things blue.

I focus my mind on things so unkind,

Softly subtly fighting things in my mind.

I have this way, this inconceivable way,

To push all things saddening far far away.

It's been great for my attitude and great for my mind,

Sometimes though I feel like a meaning I can't find.

I define myself now as a piece of art,

I'm a warrior, a fighter, a brand new start.

With my actions I've found a load of forgiveness,

and for this my thanks are forever endless.

I once could be defined as a loss of all hope,

I could have been looked at as no way to cope.

Now I've released my anger through these propositioned works,

And the love that I feel is more than just perks.

I'm happy, content, with the way I've been feeling,

My composure to others can be more than appealing.

I am a survivor, a fighter, I am a strong believer,

I am my own hero, in this world with harsh demeanor.

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