@Luminouslens2005

1 month ago

Born to Fight

Every night, every day, I give it my all,
But nothing seems to change, nothing at all.
I try, I push, I pull, I grind,
Yet still, I'm left behind.

Looking around, I see them grow,
Moving forward, while I'm stuck below.
Their smiles wide, their laughter loud,
But me? I'm lost in this never-ending cloud.

It's not that I don’t strive,
It's not that I don't want to thrive.
I fight the odds, I face the pain,
But every step feels the same again.

People say, "Hard work brings success,"
But what if I'm the exception to that guess?
I wrestle with life, I push and pull,
Yet I stand here, feeling like a fool.

At night, I can't find rest,
In the day, I fail the test.
But I sleep, I work, I force it through,
Still waiting for something new.

Some people, I believe, are born to fight,
Against the odds, in endless night.
Not everyone gets to see the light,
And maybe... maybe that's my plight.

I fall, I stumble, I hit the ground,
But somehow, I still stick around.
I stand up, brush off the dirt,
But the wounds inside still hurt.

The spirit's strong, the will’s intact,
But the results? They never react.
I fight, I fight, I fight again,
Yet here I am... still the same.

Born to battle, born to strive,
But am I truly alive?
Or just a fighter in this endless game,
Where nothing seems to change, only my name.

So I rise once more, fists clenched tight,
Knowing I'm born to fight.

~By someone still fighting

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