Evocative Poem by Amanda Pierce

Tears roll down my face

Because the past won't be erased

So I self-medicate hoping to relieve my brain state

But it all comes rushing back like reality

Kick me hard on the floor wanting life no more

...But I gotta live

No more running from what couldn't be prevented

My path was planned way before I was invented

Rushed in like a storm that wasn't predicted

Protection was blind so it was I who got evicted

The battle isn't won it's just begun

So I gather up my armory

It's time to fight for what I'm gonna be

No restraint to hold me back

This is my game, and I'm ready to attack