The Fight

My ugliness had faded but you brought it back. Every weapon made by man had begun to hack. Thinking I was something had become again the past. You began to drag me down and succeeded way too fast. Your hateful words and deeds spread through me like disease. Your endless betrayal brought me to my knees. But I won't burn in the fire you plagued me with back then. I will spring from these ashes and pray this away again. No more will this oppression be the cause of all my pain. Like cancer I will fight you and rid myself of this disdain.