I'M IN A DEATH STARE OF A TIGER.
NO I DON'T RUN CUZ I'M A FIGHTER.
HIS CLAWS LIKE FIRE,BURNING WITH
EVERY SCRATCH.
BUT I WEAR THE SCARS WITH PRIDE
CUZ A WARRIOR DOES NOT HIDE HIS
"BATTLE WOUNDS"
OR HIDE IN HIS HUT,OR THE WOODS.
AND THE NEXT DAY THE BEAST IS A
LION,AND YOU FIGHT,NO MATTER WHAT
THE BEAST STANDS IN FRONT OF YOU.
YOU FIGHT,YES YOU MIGHT LOOSE HERE
AND THERE.
BUT THE BATTLES WON IS SO MUCH FUN
SO WEAR THOSE SCARS WITH PRIDE.
CUZ YOU ARE A CHAMPION OF YOUR
ILLNESS.
AND THAT IS NOT A WEAKNESS.
YOU ARE READING
The life and struggles of EmoBoyPoem
PoetryAS ALWAYS THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS. SO PLEASE BE WARNED BEFORE READING.
