I AM ME. That's all I know how to be. That's all I can be. Hang around me long enough and you'll get to know how I talk, what I talk, when I talk and why I talk.
I am a leader.
I always feel like people are attacking me. One minute everything is great and then I become the problem. I'm left confused hurt and burned. I always remember the effects of the burn. I just wish I had one person that didn't compete with me nor I compete with them. I never find out what I actually did. They just apologize and I apologize too, confused.
I am insecure.
I know I'm worth it. It's just everyone else who doesn't, leaving me to be indecisive and unsure.
I am unsure.
I never fight back. On the battlefield you shoot me down and raise your weapons against me. I only try to understand why you hate me so. Why must I be the one being harmed? And then your tyrant is over. With bleeding wounds and bloody hands I try to mend the skin together. On a shaky breath and trembling hand I reach out. Truce? I crawl away to try and heal and watch you stride away.
I am wounded.
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That Spot
Short StoryThis a just a simple short piece of my life. You ever find yourself in a spot and you don't know whether to go left or right and you fear going up and out our down and in? I'm there now and I'm scared shitless. (excuse the language, but it's the bes...
