It is so hard to fight against your own self, and it gets worst when you try not to care about the fight, you get confused the worst possible way and then there's no way you can get out of it without getting hurt. And there's no one to help, there can not be anyone.
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Battlefield
A Poem by Maan
First off, please make sure your writings are in the right time frame. (I. e. “My heart is a battlefield, where I am up against myself, fighting since I (have) know(n) the truth, since I (have) know(n) the reason to exist, “
Second; “everyday” should be two words. (Everyday is an adjective that means commonplace, ordinary, or normal. Every day means "each day.")
Third: this peace is very emotional, full off visions, and insightful for the reader. You have put a lot of time into the story. With a few quick edits this would make a great read.
I absolutely love the imagery and metaphors! Particularly in the stanzas 4-5 - could read those over and over again. But overall, it's a brilliant write and a great read.
When you're up against yourself, to win means to survive, so consider yourself a victor. And keep fighting.
This is pretty depressed. I mean, you can't find a right place for your heart, and you're thinking too much, your heart is thinking too much, feeling too much, and it all turns to grey because it's the only way. But I like it. Thanks for sharing. :D
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