Fighting
There is too much fighting to do
I want to give up
Leave my things by the curb
Turn my face up and away.
But who would I be
If I let these things flow, passively?
Would I give up my humanity?
Are we all just programmed to stupidly
grasp at the final straw?
What leaves me here to find
Bind
Take the mistakes of my life and rewind
In an instant replay of my bloodied face
Or to try to coax the cruel Fates?
I am compelled to ask:
Why?
Why do I even put power behind it anymore?
I am not brave
I am just
Fed up.
1/17/12
