A Fighter

They say I’m a fighter Who will fight to win But is that a sin? To fight is to win And to win is to fight But if it ends in pain Was it ever right? They say words can hurt But still people blurt Those words as bullets Swarming like hornets But what if I wasn’t a fighter And really it was an act Would it be any righter? Would you believe it was fact? I only fight to defend I was misapprehended I wore a mask So I wouldn’t have to bask In the hurt and pain I was once pushed around And because of that I drowned In tears that I shed Before I went to bed Felt like I had no one Sadness weighed on me like a ton Saw what they did to me As the only way to be So a mask I put on Letting my thoughts turn to poison I soon turned into a python With that myself respect was gone I wanted others to show fear Just by showing my sneer So my pain would stop But found that I now felt like slop So they say I’m a fighter Who will fight to win But is that a sin? ...For me I felt it was 22/06/2017