caught in crossroads  

Posted by the lamplighter

I pride myself that I am far from bland;
thus I have fallen so low into the top

I love but not with haste and desperation
for fear that it shall go away
and I would be left further wanting
that which can never be mine

I feel but not without ghastly fear
of being discovered weak

I fight though only a little,
in belief that fighting gives away
much of the battle to the opponent

I fought a little imperfectly
so as in times of downfall
I shall relieve myself
of simply saying
that I had not given my best

I weep incessantly but only within
I am seen as an unwavering product
of trials and tribulations

I am a triumph
I become strong by winning over hell
But I will be forever weak
because I am still here
And I am hell



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