Queen Invictus

Dying, physically, no but mentally I'm suffering. Trying to maintain my composure. Every time I even begin to form a word you pull the trigger, my silence your laughter. The bullet straight through my chest. I can fix this wound it's just one small hole,no biggie right. Again and again this same situation finds me but this time with it's buddies attached to me like a human parasite, continuously sucking the life out an imperfect teen. Still, I brush it off even though I'm in critical condition. Then a light bulb goes off, I realize I'm failing classes, my outside activities slowly faded away. My passion, my friendships, my hope and future, more importantly my reputation. All that I have, everything I have worked for I'm losing its grip. I gain strength because all that pain did to me was teach me a lesson. A brief break, a time to reminisce my life. "I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years, Finds and shall find me unafraid." I create my own destiny each and every day. I am my own strength, my own perseverance. I am the Master of my Fate and the Captain of my Soul.