Victory
Tears roll down my face,Mascara bleeding.
I pace this empty room
Wanting to be elsewhere.
I gaze into the mirror
The ugly facade of myself,
Torture and pain are all I see
In these bloodshot eyes
I look away,
Then back, punching it
Breaking it into
A million little shards
You think I'm
Going to run away
Like I've done all my life
You are DEAD wrong!
I have taken all I can
I'm standing here,
ready for a fight
Victory will soon be mine
You may have won this fight,
But the war is only begun.
You have messed with the bull,
Now you're getting the horns
I'm coming at you
FULL FORCE!
I'm not stopping,
No, not for ANYTHING!
I will have victory!
I WILL HAVE THE LAST LAUGH!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.