I Am The Victory
Rise Above The Shadows That Cloud Your Vision
Disarmed and alone my imperfections became your target.
A stranger in the darkness - how could you know my freedoms greatest torment?
Shocked by the cold and broken manner in which innocence betrays justice;
In this moment all I know is revenge looks so lustrous.
Substance is not visible when personality is enhanced;
Yet, your world is not worthwhile unless your mind is entranced.
Once I was broken and I could only see myself through my scars,
Only focusing on the disrupted vision behind self-imposed bars.
You were exactly what I needed in order to stand-up and see;
My life is worth living because I choose to be free.
I refuse to throw you a lifeline although I choose to give you my pitty,
It must be dreadful for you to be so heavily discounted by my disability.
As I walk towards my future and away from the torment of my past,
I thank you for the rear-view vision of a world I've since surpassed.
Tonight I will sleep because I am the victory.
For in my heart I know for sure, your mind attracts misery.
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Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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