I'm burnt
my emotions are too close to the surface now
raw reaction has me acting out of character
too much has happened
matters out of hand
it doesn't matter
can't make a mouse out of a man
made out of mountain granite
the wind the rain and time
might try
combined
to try my patience
I'll stand my ground
cut off my nose to spite my face
if needed
they want to take me down
they'll have to take me out in pieces
while I can spit in their eye
I will never
be
defeated

but for now I could cry