Assortment

By ArcticWolf999

Seeing every which way my life can be arranged but with no power or will to change things. I'm running on no opitions just oposions which are rarly given and executed.
Fighting the urge to just walk away. No just get up and run the day straight into night. Sing the words that ryme in my head. Playing it's beat to the words i've said about how this time I will use the weapons I have to make this life completly mine.
Make it worth fighting for.
Watching the truth turn again into lies that drain and bend this world to breaking. What more can it take before it dies too?
I don't know how to say the thoughts that
rip, tear, and taunt
me to the brink and point of death.
Only to find me in the thoughts of you destroying me.
Giving me the strenght to stand and fiight again.
And again.
AND AGAIN!!!

I will not bend
I will not break
I will grow

grow strong from the depths of all this..

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Published on Wednesday, March 30, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I was having mixed emtions about certain events while wrting this.

Comments on "Assortment"

On Tuesday, July 5, 2011, ArcticWolf999 (53) wrote:

No ive never herd of it. Or them really. Ill have to look it up some time.
On Monday, July 4, 2011, Ladyhawke (392) wrote:

This was trully a emotionally deep poem. The last few lines remind me of a Breaking Benjamin song tho, called I Will Not Bow. You might like it, if you dont kno it already:)