Ma says I'm a fighter.
What am I supposed to be fighting exactly?
Societal exceptions? My longing desire to reside wherever Grandad is?
Why do I have to fight?
Am I allowed to contentiously object?
My knuckles are dull.
I'm not about to bring a knife to a gun fight.
I have run out of ammunition for my firearms.
How do than attempt to defend myself?
How do I fight?
Should I bother fighting at all?
What do I have to fight for?
A single soldier cannot defeat an army.
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
