Strong and weak

Parts of you begin to wake up, like they were asleep and have now been woken up. I feel that every human being has in times of intense loneliness, stress, crossroads and death found a way to beat back the insane, the animal and live. The fight is lifelong, but they fight. Then there are some who resort to being fought for, or simply sit. No one breaks. The mad, the dead, the pill poppers are just people who have been living all their lives using other people as a crutch. So when it comes to calling on your own strength, you do not have any idea of it and the thought of doing something without any help sabotages you. Very few wait to find out the very end...most give up on the first try. They are not weak and helpless. They are just trapped in their minds, limited by people's box created for them. Unwilling to see beyond the box. Responsibilities cannot be run away from or popped with a pill. I feel bad because part of me blames parents, for refusing to let the child be strong, to fall and get up and discover the joy of a simple " Is that me? I did it!!"

For everytime that you win

Against an injustice
Against a temptation
Against a weakness
Against a battle

Against the ego
Against the anger
Against the bitterness
Against the pain

Against the wrong
Against yourself
Against the right
Against the sarcasm

Against the competition
Against the voices in your head

You win.

I'm not the strongest person I know,  but I know I have spine. Kick it enough number of times and I become straight again.