Waging War With Myself
With my bags and weapons packed
I am now ready for
Whatever it is I throw at me
In this, my one man war
On this bloody battlefield
Where there is only I
Bravery is in high need
When it is to myself that I must die
I have waged this vicious war
For countless amount of years
From the dark jungles deep in doubt
Through the rivers of many tears
So many times I've been wounded
Waving the white flag
Once again a prisoner of myself
In a battle I seldom understand
I know this enemy intimately
Yet I'm still taken by surprise
When what I think is best for me
Is his main disguise
The difference this time on the front line
Is I'll be holding steady
When I come face to face with me, the enemy
I'm now prepared and ready
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