I lead my troops into battle,

Fighting our way through the enemy lines,

pushing back our fears and screams,

hoping that way we can breathe.

War isn’t something you can keep boxed away.

I feel the chaos around me,

confusion tugging me here and there.

I am worn and spent,

from the ravages of war.



I can feel the tears run down my cheeks.

You see, I am scared.

That I will open my eyes and nothing will be there.

Scared of losing everything I love.

The things I hold dear,

won’t always be near.;

I cower and hide from my demons,

Hoping they will play nice.

I stand tall and bring my weapons,

hoping to ward off the enemy.

It’s harder when I realise its within.

I am waging this war with myself.

Who I was, who I want to be,

It’s all blurred up in there.

Being me is a war with myself,

I keep thinking the other shoe will drop,

Before am completely lost.