Damned if I Do…Damned if I Don’t

Damned if I do…

Damned if I don’t…

What comes of the truth?

Deep down

The true self

The lies we behold

The ties we told

The struggle between self

The struggle between family

The struggle for life.

Damned if I do…

Damned if I don’t..

Truth be told

The struggle for life

Starts to mold.

Every fight feels like a battle. The small battles that are part of War. Who will win the small battles? Who will win the war? I fear the relationship between my mother and I… sometimes I even fear her. Some days are harder than most. The tears saltier, the headaches harder, but within each fight I inch closer to death. What will come of it? Will it be greeted as an old friend? Strike fear into the hearts of those who fear its power? Only one way to know. I can’t be what you want from me.