Fight In Truth

You stand here before me,

Telling me we shouldn't be.

You say he had the right,

And thus begins the fight.

You look me in the eyes,

and say my own feelings are lies.

But how could you possibly know?

I didn't realize you could sink so low.



The lose of a friend is a burning pain.

Over something that drives us all insane.

Naturally everyone takes up arms,

And argumentative voices sound like morning alarms.

I never hoped to make such a scene.

And be made out as the evil fen.

Why can't people be glad for me,

Instead of telling me how I shouldn't be...?

-Exkai Jade Satiro-Synonym Of Depression-

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sick of people telling me what I shouldn't be... And how I should feel. and should not feel.

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