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I keep fighting

fighting for what ? 

a place to fit in ?

peace of mind ?

my soul ?

a delusional idea of who I think I should be ? 

a empty whiskey bottle lay's open on the floor

feeling trapped on the carouse wheel of confusion 

my mind running in full circles  

but going no where at the speed of silence 

my flaws eat at me like a slow cancer

why is it I can see other peoples problems

an can help fix them 

but when it comes to me I must be blind  

deep Inside myself I'm screaming at no one and everyone

especially her don't give up on me.......... 

like everyone else has done

the only sound is the sound of silence 

I've been an out cast all my life

a square peg they keep trying to pound into a round hole

with a damn big hammer 

I keep trying in desperation to find a place where I fit in 

to no avail

but then again I refuse to quit fighting 

someday I'll break their hammer  

If I told you  I was scared that I'll never fit in   

an will always be haunted by a feeling that I

will never see myself as I am..............

could you understand  ?

~ D Donner ~