I am battling with myself these days,
I don’t want to lose the warrior within me.
She stood up when things weren’t happening!
Why not now do I become that fearless?
Am I sad or just struggling to breathe?
Where are my daggers, I want to slay some humans,
should I move on or should I stay and quarrel.
I feel trapped in my own body with everlasting memories,
I want to erase them with mud beneath.
All I do is mutter you don’t lose, you are a troop,
head up, walls high, and there you go.