For the haters

They say that it has to do with the way you were raised, the way your mother tucked you in at night, the way your father interacted with you as a small child when you would cry in his arms, they say its how you ask for forgiveness.

I've traveled, I've fallen, I've got myself back up again just to be back at the start. It's like a 'lose a turn' card but only in the game of life but this time it is real and you can't just role again next time. This time it's fixed, set, and solid.

I have found ways to beat myself up, take myself down from the material objects that make up my representation of societal markers. I have found ways to turn the crudest of insults into the most graceful tonged words you have ever heard.

Try me, I will bring it.

All this emotion, all this passion but for what for the fight to the finish, who says I want to finish? Who says I have to finish? I feel this pressure to 'be good', this pressure to break myself into this box, this things that I 'must' become. I have heard good reason, I have found it within me to keep going, but don't ever think that this drive is from your lack of interest. Never be confussed that this fire is from something you have done.

May you never see me win.