I woke up broken. Used and discreetly abused, nobody got the clue, no one supposedly knew that I wasn’t at my best. But I stood out from the rest, they were jealous, jealous for the goal (or glow — -can’t decide yet) that was in my chest. They saw my beautiful mess, and were impressed. I put them to the test with my dark, fear took over them, and they became restless, and their tongue, sharp. Yet, I refuse to harp on the past. I am from the present. Here, I am sitting alone, cold and unknown with a fire raging from within. Who I am is apparently a sin, and they mustn’t see me win. Bets were planned to see me give in. That can never happen. My soul is a warrior and fortress that can withstand anything, anything that life sends. I was created for this.