My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

What am I up Against

I am up against the demons of life

Distress, misery ,discrimination, taking the blame because I want them to love me.

Restless nights of psychological wars; flashback frenzies that haunt my everyday life.

I am up against child support cases with 5years of abuse unknown

Important documents that disappear,love lost

And no one cares

Wars between family about who lies and who tells and who tells the truth.

In the middle of what is confusion and what is understanding.

I am up against confrontations that are the results or irritating conversations .

Nothing but verbal abuse and diarrhea of the mouth.

I am up against blood that does not understand the meaning of stop.

Against what not to believe and what is the truth.

I want to be heard but it seems as if everytime I open my mouth nothing is heard , they become selectively deaf.

I am up against what I am not settling for . I am no longer absorbed by low self-esteem but embraced by self worth.

My willpower takes over whike what I am up against has no negative effect on my decisions or actions. In the end good conquers evil and no weapon formed against me shall prosper.