Wild eyes
I’m alive
Running through the forest

Clashing blades
Through the glade
But words are our only weapons

We parry, we block
and our triumphs move the clock
But no one is ever winning

When you fall to the ground
Your failure makes no sound
But everyone will always remember it

You try to stand up
But you are always beat to the ground
If you’re a loser once there’s no winning

The wounds they heal
but new ones are made
and their makers are not forgiving

We try to ignore the bruises
But the winner never loses
It’s an endless, vicious cycle

You might try to run away
But those scars they will always stay
A reminder to others of your failure

Words are knives
They pierce the mind
Jabbing the again and again

But if you listen
And if you watch
You might learn what you thought
Could be impossible

Their weaknesses
Their strengths
But you know you’ll never use them

Knowing the pain they inflict
The damage it leaves
You know that you are better than them

You will fight them
Soon they will give up

You hope
You wish
You think

As you get better
More of them crowd around

Sitting
Standing
Waiting

Hoping you’ll use a cheap shot
A low blow
A cut to the knees

That you’ll give them a chance to tear you to bits
Rip you from limb to limb

But you know you are better than them
And that you are stronger
Stronger willed
Stronger minded
And you will push through