It's hard to forget things that keep haunting. Because, there are always things that do not want to slip out of memory. Because, their stubbornness makes them stay in the head, pinching the soul making me feel guilty of every breath I take in. They make me feel strangled because even their thought freeze me, restrict me from speaking out my mind, it prevents me from interacting, it makes me run away from my self, far, far away where no one sees me, No one finds me. They make me feel weak. They make me feel DEAD. They cause my downfall.
BUT. I, I'm equally stubborn, though I do not speak out what I think, I fight them, and rise from ruins turning every weakness of mine into the strengths. I **** them off, leaving no traces of them after the ******.
I want to be known as a fighter, a warrior, a combatant, not a loser, not someone who shut themselves up from people and withered away day by day. I want to live, not let my life go waste. I want to be happy and NOTHING, absolutely nothing, can stop me from living the way I want to. Like a free bird I want to be free living. I want to sing freely not caged. No matter how many times I fall or how many people put me down, I'll always be a person who soars shooting high up in the sky tearing away the dark clouds. I will never be bullied by what others think about me. I will never do injustice to my wishes. I will die, but will not suppress my feelings. I will not be a puppet of society. I will pave my own way, my own path. I will strive to be a better person every new day. That is me. That is my soul and there lies my happiness.
And, I oath to continue doing all this, so that the day I'm on my death bed, I smile, I feel complete and content for trying, for fighting, for wining myself and for not crying.

I want to feel blank,
Think about nothing for a moment,
For as I put this down on paper
I can see thoughts rush up in my head.

I want to feel numb to the world,
Know about nothing for some time,
For as I put this down on paper
I can sense my knowledge make me blind.

I want to go into oblivion,
Conscious about nothing at a point,
For as I put this down on paper,
I can detect my weaknesses cling to me.

I want to forget every past haunting me,
I want to erase every impression on my brain,
for as I put this down on paper,
I can feel old stories pricking my conscience.

I want to find a peace of mind,
I want to embrace emptiness,
Surely, however impossible it is,
For as I put this down on paper,
I realize that I'm a poetess.

It's the fire, the desire which turns the tables of life,
and, It's the competitor you admire who makes this point arrive,

It's the will to achieve, to win and deceive
It's the thirst and a want to do anything you please,
It's the helplessness of mind, story of wishes unkind,
It's the urge to do better, and superior than the latter

It's the hate in the eyes, and harshness in the voice,
It's the tale of cries, It hides a failure in disguise,
It's the unknown fear, of losing from the near,
It's the blinding power you forget the dear.

It's the unspecified crave, for which sins you do grave,
It's the mind's oblivious daze, It's an unbelievable craze,
It's the rivalry in the heart, which makes close go far apart,
It's the brain unclear, which burns you in flares.

Yes. It's the fire, the desire which turns tables of life,
And, this happens when you forget,
You were meant to be the admirer not the competitor.

This Earth and the Sky will remember our name,
We will touch the sky of fame.

All our tears will surely drain away,
And the smoke of sorrow will fade away.

This day will only be a matter of time,
A time will come, which will change our lives.

Beautiful, that dawn will be,
Wonderful, will be that moment
When conquering our weaknesses will be easier
And, our desolation be dealt.

That day will change our existence,
It will change our being, our living and our animation.
It will fill our situation with a vitality, an exuberance, a vivacity and a vigor.

That day, my friend, will put a soul into our empty body,
Fix the pieces of our broken heart,
Make dreams flow, once again, in our minds
And, replenish our dried nerves with blood.

We will vision our fate, We will see our reason,
We will understand our purpose and know our intentions,
And all our confusions will be left behind...

Convincing is not easy, but I do convince my intellect
Assuring is not securing, but I still assure my core,
Because I believe.
I believe that a day will come, and that will be none, none like the others.