"Not good enough."
"Your annoying."
"Don't be a ***** up."
"Do it or end up a failure."

To them they are words.
To me they are a gunshot,
To my brain,
To my heart.
Meaningless nonsense to others
Is an all too real battle cry to me.
I hear the cannons in my head.
I panic,
So I run.

And I never stop.

I cry,
I scream,
I hurt,
I hit,
Until I can't run anymore.
Until I fall and fail.

"You should be nervous."
"This does not cut it."
"God, your slow."
"Didn't meet my expectations."

If they are meaningless to you
Why aren't they meaningless to me?
I've been stabbed with a sword
And the commands cry out,
"Do Something, Your Pathetic!"
I hear the cannons in my head.
I panic,
So I run.

And I Never Stop.

I bleed,
I sob,
I agonize,
I grieve,
Until I can't run anymore.
Until I fall and fail.

I may fall,
But I never stop,
No rest.
The cannons are never too far away to hear.
So I pick myself up once more.

I am a one man army.
So I run.

*And I Never Stop.