The harder you push,
The harder I fight back.
Calm and peace, in a rush
I guess, is what I lack.
You call it back answering,
I feel it's self-defense.
Your anger is transferring,
Replacing my common sense.
You always love maligning me,
Doesn't it mar your integrity?
I won't back down, as you can see,
I'll always uphold my dignity.
What I fail to realize is that
In this game of losing and winning,
My fight, I feel, is for good but
The Satan in me is grinning.
How much ever hard I try,
Virtuous be the intention of what I do
Resolute I am, refusing to cry
Vexation, the reason I am becoming you.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
The harder you push,
The harder I fight back.
Calm and peace, in a rush
I guess, is what I lack.
You call it back answering,
I feel it's self-defense.
Your anger is transferring,
Replacing my common sense.
You always love maligning me,
Doesn't it mar your integrity?
I won't back down, as you can see,
I'll always uphold my dignity.
What I fail to realize is that
In this game of losing and winning,
My fight, I feel, is for good but
The Satan in me is grinning.
How much ever hard I try,
Virtuous be the intention of what I do
Resolute I am, refusing to cry
Vexation, the reason I am becoming you.
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