Out of Control

I'll grit my teeth to fight for what's mine,

I swear I've done this a thousand goddamn times,

My fists have grown hard pounding the walls,

Of this cage you and I built, steel bars line my existence. 

Broken so many barriers, it's become my dance of doubt.

No matter how hard I swing, I just want to hold onto that hope,

That one day I won't have to fight to be me,

The struggle is unreal because I wrote this story,

Life outta be a challenge, because otherwise it's boring.

No room for regret, but plenty for mourning.

If the world really is pitted against me,

I'm honored to be worthy.

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

Love it, its strong and well written...nicely done.

[James]

Thank you.

[Deandra Dawn]

Very welcome.