Always the Fighter

When can I stop?
Fighting hard
Fists are bloodied and bruised
Having to battle my way out
Of this fake world.
The harder I fight
The thick the fog gets.
I can see their faces,
From my past and future
Holding me back.
Can’t you see that I
For once,
am happy?
Can’t you just leave me alone?
It is not you choice anymore
It my chance to decide,
Stop
Cause I am braking the strings
Will not be your puppet anymore.
I will rip them out of my
Hands
Shoulders
Feet and my head.
And all that will be left is the scars
From your influence
I will not suppressed anymore
I am done.