Your influence

still, it remains

the dark cloud, your glare

the howling winds, your anger

the pelting rain, your words

still, it remains

the doors are bolted

the shutters, closed

outside the storm rages

still, it remains

I push you away

I make something of myself to prove you wrong

still, it remains

your influence, it remains

I can't do anything separate

It is always you who takes credit

even if because of writing this I win

It is your influence that led to this

and still, it remains