Bedded In Triumph

At this point it makes no difference to me,

What the world sees me to be.

I just gotta keep living my dreams, see,

I don’t wanna be the death foreseen for me.

When I look up in the mirror I’m disconnected

Thought I’d recognize the image but I’m disrespectin’

Who I know could be the hero in me, for direction;

But the darkness in the air around me’s so depressin’.

I wont acknowledge who I know that I am, because Im fighting for the man I know  I could be,

If I’m falling in the ring and can’t seem to stand, make posters and cheer for the losing ‘Me’.

Because I’m fighting for the knockout,

Teeth biting till the clock out,

Heart writing so I block out,

These emotions.

I’m holding back the fallout,

Till my doubt can haul out,

My opponent burns out.

Feel the notions.

I don’t ever start something, I don’t intend to win,

Which means my birth was not something, to run and wear me thin.

I’m in this for the long haul,

Don’t question where I’m headed,

My back may be against the wall,

But triumph’s where I’m bedded.

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