Punching my way...

It ends here!
It ends now!
I am punching through it!

Lies...
Told to me by others,
told to me by myself.
Told and told again, till that is all I hear
screaming in my dreams.

Formed out of the violence and fear
given freely by those who were
suppose to nurture.
Formed out of the falsehoods
of those who said they spoke for God.
Formed out of being used and sold
for so little...

All this molded and folded me
into something other then myself.
Pushed and prodded,
in an attempt to make me fit.
I came to hate the normal and the accepted.

I am punching through it!

So many foolish things done
in the name of finding.
So many mistakes done in the name of hiding.
I turned and ran smiling into the arms
everything that numbs and silences.

Struggling in self loathing,
warring in loneliness,
fighting in silence.

I am punching through it!

So...
Under my skin the anger
burns and builds.

Finally the ability to pretend is gone
and I am left with a life
I need to change or die.

To fight each of the lies and falsehoods
told me by others and myself.
But like the hydra,
I defeat one only to find
that there are but 3 more in its place.

I am punching through it!

But fighting is all I have left.
Standing still only slips me closer
to disaster.

Do not speak to me of darkness,
for it is from here that I see out
into the light.
Speak not of fear,
for it is now all I have left to push me forward
into hope.

For me,
the legends and myths of
peace and joy
still hold their appeal.

For I am not as broken
as they say...

And in the end I will find my way
to the place I long to be.

It ends here!
It ends now!
I am punching my way through it!!!