Justin Worthy Poet Rhyme

The Fight

Rarely i think
Do i feel total defeat
But when it does
It chokes me as it snatches my body from feet
All the things i do seem irrelevant
Sinking my spirit deep

I call myself an artist but never am paid
And when i fail at it, i sit and loathe myself
In this cave
Should be grateful for what i have 
and feel happy truth be told

But theres these thoughts inside i have
That no one else but me knows
And when they stir as i still
The pain of these thoughts grow
So il shed these words 
And maybe not feel as mold

It hits me at once
The anger the sorrow the loathe 
Questions start birthing doubt of self worth
A con artist to my self 
My art not even honed
Years have passed
With none truly treasuring them
Makes me feel alone
Drawing wits dimmed from impatience
Thoughts out of focus
Guitar always sings an underdogs song 
No purpose to bear does it have but to be played
When im alone
Then the question of my sanity begins
The ball breaker to the chorus's bones 
That drags me down to a lowly pit home

I dont feel suited for who im supposed to be
Even if im not crazy
So much evidence
Still does not comfort me 

Deep down i always feel im going to fail 
Always coming so close 
But the world i feel doesnt care
So i feel empty, drained and sometimes scared
...
And this is why i have to fight myself 
Because i have demons battling me within
Every single day

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