Inspire.

The alarm sounds. I drag my half limp body out of my stationary cloud—dreading the trek to my bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth and try to manage my hair. Everyday is the same thing, like a song stuck on repeat; no matter how many times I attempt to change it, the annoying tune buries itself deeper with each passing moment. I wake up hoping today will be the day when the ice cracks but every night I go to sleep incased in frozen walls. The alarm sounds. I drag my half limp body out of my stationary cloud—dreading the trek to my bathroom.

It’s funny how you say you’re not looking for anything serious…

I figured you were like that. What do you think I am: Delirious?!

Yet you get upset when I’m close with another man…

I’m getting mixed signals, won’t you help me understand?

But of course, now you ignore me-

in fear of me being too clingy.

If only you knew how little I cared…

then maybe you wouldn’t be running away scared.

Forget it and forget you, I’m done wasting my time.

And on you I’m never going to waste another rhyme.

What will I do?

Where will I go?

Who will I become?

Why do I have so many questions?

Why must I always seek answers?

Will there ever be a day where I won’t have to worry?

Will there ever be a day where I can say “I am truly happy?”

With that I only have one question left…

Will that day come before or after death?

I can’t believe you…

you’re nothing like I thought you were.

You’re just like the rest—

though you preach a different story.

I’m appalled by your hypocrisy.

It’s funny how I thought you were different.

I guess I can’t always be right.

I’m disappointed, but I know…

I’ll be better off on my own.

It’s like a flower afraid to bloom,

It’s like a snapping dog.

It’s like a sunburn in June,

It’s like a dense fog.

It’s like a giant oak that’s not strong,

It’s like a thorn on a rose.

It’s like winter all year long,

It’s like a kink in a hose.

It’s like a concrete tower,

It’s like a shoe with no laces.

It’s like a cold shower,

It’s like a sentence with no spaces.

It’s like an angry letter,

It’s like a frozen stream.

It’s like a song that could sound better,

It’s like another interrupted dream.

Ask me who I am and I’ll tell you.

I am a fighter.

I don’t throw punches—unless I have to.

Life pushes me around, but I just hold on tighter.

There will always be ups and downs,

you can’t please everyone.

When my smiles turn to frowns,

I fight my way back into the sun.

I don’t care what others think of me;

spreading rumors with their friends over tea.

I don’t care if my best friend is a lighter,

I am what I am—and that’s a fighter.