I scream,
I scratch,
I fight to the surface;
My belly full of anger,
hate, and dismay as life try's to take away all I fight for. 

I know nothing of giving away
to lives sufferings or it's pain,

I fight for my survival,
for happiness,
and contentment. 

Along my way thorns tear away scratch and wound me. 
But at it's end roses bloom just for me,
as I smile to know my fight has made me stronger for the long run.
Building up as my walls fall down
sturdy and at full peek I can see myself standing as a king would be.

Nothing can knock me down,
as I let my walls fall down. 


"Don't let life take you by the horns, you take it by the balls and hold on tight."

P.S.
Dear Reader,
         I have been through abuse in my life and instead of letting it make me angry or hateful it has made me a stronger and kinder person. I hope the same for you.