I was born a champion
“Some people love to fight but I was born a champion.”
She stares at me, her green eyes flashing; a mocking smile on her lips.
Part of me wants to cower away.
Part of me wants to run and hide in a closet.
But that’s not me.
It’s not going to make me feel better.
I’d rather die than give her the satisfaction and enjoyment of watching my life fall apart before her eyes.
She loves to fight.
She loves to bitch.
She lives to bring people down...not me.
She’ll never get me. She’ll never being me down.
I will not cry.
I will not run.
I will not hide.
No.
I’ll stand my ground.
I’ll stand firm and strong as everything crumbles around me.
She can bitch all she wants.
She can give me all the death stares in the world.
I don’t care.
I don’t give a fucking shit about it because I know I’m stronger and better than her.
I’m not pathetic.
I don’t have to feed off the sadness of people.
I don’t have to destroy their world.
She can throw me to the ground but I’ll never bow down.
I refuse of back down,
She loves to fight.
She loves beating me till I’m black and blue.
But I am stronger because I was born a champion.
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