Society has take it fair share weakening me tormenting me till i could barely even stand up to fight back. what will happen to me every single day that the force is unknown the force that just seems to be blinding me till i have my down fall. this day could get better or the day could beat me till i fall and start to bleed. dose this fight have to make me realize that i'm stronger that the real identity i refuse to be or just being part of reality. life is showing the test of weakening me till i fall or rise to the challenges that ill arrive every trial in my life every step of my life.  do i have to show my true identity or do i have the choice of my hidden identity of of a ghost that will spread life till i feel like showing me self. i have the only thing to show is my voice and presents but i will not show my presents only my voice that will leave misery and wonder.