I survived the battle,  
but this was no ordinary war.  
A battle of wits—  
with questions sharp as bullets,  
fired straight at me.

Yesterday was my breaking point,  
faced with choices I had to justify.  
Weighing each option, reasoning every path—  
I can only hope I chose the right one.

Crying was the last thing on my mind.  
I faced this battle with bullets of doubt ricocheting in my head,  
but I stood my ground,  
answering exactly as I intended.