My body is sick.
My mind as well.
A war rages inside of me.
To see who will make it out alive.
I have been broken.
I have been beat.
I bear my wounds and my scars.
I am a veteran of many a life war.
I have survived just barely every time.
My heart and soul are blackened.
Crimson tears stain my cheeks.
People look at me but do not see me.
They look away from the reality before them.
I stopped caring a long time ago.
Their arrogance makes them ignorant.
I just want to be recognized for who I am,
not what I am.
I am not what I am perceived to be.
Not only do I fight with myself.
I have to fight every one else.
But I lay down my arms.
I cannot keep on like this any more.
Too much has been taken and lost.
Too much is at stake.
Who I was and what I was can keep
fighting it out.
I am no longer here.
So world, are you ready for me?
I will shed my skin.
I will renew.
I will revive.
My body and mind are still sick.
Life wars still ravage my heart and soul.
And even if no one stands with me.
I will continue on as I always have.
Look down at me if you want.
You are just a squashed bug on a windshield,
quickly smeared away.
I have no time for the likes of you.
I have no time to maintain these regrets.
My whole life lays before me.
Many more life wars will have to waged.
I can only live as I know how.
Naysayers need not say.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(22/04/2013)