Within me a war rages, a fight between dark and light.
The thoughts beat on me like the drum of war.
I’m breaking under the pressure that comes with the night.
I can’t seem to pull myself out of the fight.
I write and I write and I write, trying to break open the
door.
Within me a war rages, a fight between dark and light.
But the blows keep coming; everything is flashing white.
I know I’ll black out if there’s much more.
The cynical voices cut me down like swords but I fight with
all my might.
I try to block out their words but I know they’re right.
“You will never be good enough,” they roar.
Within me a war rages, a fight between dark and light.
I shake my head and stand at my full height.
They try to break me, cut me to the very core.
The cynical voices cut me down like swords but I fight with
all my might.
I know who I am despite the words that bite
And I will keep fighting through the angry downpour.
Within me a war rages, a fight between dark and light.
The cynical voices cut me down like swords but I fight with
all my might.
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