Inner Me

Two sides to every story
Heads or tails will land face up once the coin is flipped
We're elated at the beginning,only to be devastated in the end
I must be honest.....should this be the last time my pen caresses the paper know.....this is where I made my stand
Anxious for what I feel is coming....finger nails digging into my palms, blood flowing from my clinched hands
The dark past cast shadows over the sun that is my future
I still stand
Vultures circling me, awaiting my carcass
I see the face of my killer and it is me....
I still stand
His weapon is sharp....reflexes super speed
I still stand
Only to watch my opponent fall face first
As long as I stand on my promise to become a better man
My past can't hurt me

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