Broken Poem by Alexandra Couch

Broken and battered,
Yet here I stand.
Forget me not
For I have Fans.

You say I am a sinner,
I say your opinion does not matter.
You say I’ll never be a winner,
But I am not a quitter.

I’ll do my best until I die,
I’ll keep on trying before
I have to say goodbye.
It’s only just begun.

You'll never completely push
Me down, I'll still be standing
Strong. Don't doubt my strengths,
Don't depend on weakness.

I'll always return, more punch
In my words, more damage than
Thought possible. Be prepared,
My little friend, not escaping this time, my Fan.