Literature
Strength
Sprinting through days
Trudging through nights
I won't play these games
But I have no will to fight.
So much to do, and not enough time.
What must I do to get out alive?
But there's a beauty in the pressure,
A precious strength that's hard to find.
It comes out in the struggle,
But I will make it mine.
Mine to waste or mine to use,
Mine to keep or mine to lose.
Either way, it's mine.
I will not break, won't dare to fold.
Refuse to yield, and must uphold
To my standard's, not another's.
They don't know me, so why bother.
I am smart, and I am young.
I am happy, but I'm strong.
Put simply, I am me.
And that's all I want to be.