I fought a long war before you saw my victorious nature.
I fought the tough battles, some easier than others, some more vile than could be conceived.
I mended the wounds, and I replaced the bandages time after time.
I survived the countless challenges, but still found no meaning in the brutality.

I could not understand the merciless disposition.
For it all hurt as much as the one before it.
The cuts infecting the wounds that never were truly restored.
There was no time to heal, for this war found no end.
The battles were never won, just gruesome disputes to forget in time.

But I never forget.

There was no peace and no common ground.
I am the enemy, and the others lived maliciously.
I lived with no ally. I lived with no hope.
I am the less fortunate in the fighting world. The minority amongst the strengths.
There were days I woke with fear, days I woke in despair.
Nights I lost my ability to control, and nights I had no influence of my surroundings.
I have been a slave under the dictatorship of many.
And never did I feel safe. Never did I feel as if I was my own fighter.
And the morning it was all taken from me, the morning I almost lost it all,
I vowed to win the battles, I vowed to win the war.
The fight towards the better life, the fight for freedom, the fight for an ally.
The fight to the triumph that you needed to see inside of me.

For you are my true ally, and together with such vigor,
we will diminish the wreckage in our way. And we will win it all.
You and I against the world.