it's okay. i want to fight.

and i want to ... no, will win!

wht poisonous words you fling at me to stop me in my tracks -

no matter

i duck and they fly over me into nothingness.

and what you do, i'm horrified!

your arrow has hit the bulls eye,

but i shoot one with graceful aim which cuts yours off at the tip.


you tied bonds around me, and i thought you wrapped them well,

but i found a way to slip the knots.

i throw it all off me,

standing up straight,

i am my own.

i'm ready to fight you,

but i have already won my struggle.