Still I Fight
By Christopher Holly
You’ve hurt me in more ways than none
Rather it be coming and going or simply not being there
You put me aside like I was extras.
Threw me away like I was nothing
Left me alone like I had a disease
When all along it was you with a disease
You have a disease of hatred self pity
Worst of all disease of abandonment
Even when on my own back against the wall still I fight, still we fight.
I sit in the dark sobbing stuck in confusion wondering why
Not knowing rather to cry or simply let the dream die
Like the weather in Michigan no I’m not perfect nobody is,
I’m also not the worst, for I am somebody’s child.
You left me to dry, hung like a coon in ‘53 to die.
Startled and jumbled still head up to the sky
Left when I needed you most
You gave me your name, but like a red and blue matrix pill we’re clearly not the same
You made your bed now sleep in it.
I control my fate not you!
You act like I’m dead but clearly still living
I failed many times
But I still tried either way head up to the heavens staying strong
I will survive on my own and get mines
Through it all I still fight,
In the end I’ll shine, showing all my might.