Thursday, August 7, 2008


My stomach tightens,
Like an implosion.
I swallow loudly,
My teeth they clench.

The adrenaline makes me angry,
There is fire in me.
All I'm doing is huffing air.

I hope to find my way back.
My life fades away sometimes.
I need to fight for my beliefs.
I'm tired of not standing up.

I guess I'll just act like I stand up for something.