I’ve been given every reason to give up. Every chance to back down. All the motivation needed to truly believe running the opposite way is the only way out.
I’ve been criticized up and down, all around. They’ve held me up by the neck and tried making me see death, eye to eye.
They come at me from behind. Catch me off guard in my sleep. Slip a couple in my drink while they hypocritically smile at me.
They bluntly pinpoint my every mistake and fault, on the dot.
Yes, yes. I know, I’m not quite there yet. I don’t have the gold nor do I carry it on my neck.
I’m a lying conspirator and I’m bone and flesh. Your views and mine simply don’t mesh.
I’m far from perfection. I’m merely a mind, soul, and body trying to make a difference in this world.
No recollection of how I even got this far but take a few steps back and look at the blood and tears I’ve shed.
You’d think that as low as you’ve seen me in the past, I’d be six feet under the ground.
I hold my heart up high in my hand. It’s the only thing keeping me alive. Keeps this passion that fuels my every heartbeat. Keeps the determination that drives my every thought.
I’ve got enough mistakes and downfalls to write a book… or two, but what you haven’t realized is that regardless of it all, I’m out to eat ‘em alive.
I’ve got enough in me to make it out triumphant. It’s all just a matter of time before you’re kissing my feet and fanning my flaws.