I get lost in the mazes of life.
Stuck in a corner with nowhere to turn.

I sit and crumble under the preassure.
Weak and cunfused with no one to help.

I wonder how I've let myself come to this.
Strength and confidence was once my way.

I want to scream in frusteration and fear.
Want to get out of this game alive.

I am ashamed of my weakness and vulnerability.
Never have I needed help and still too proud to ask.

I am wandering around, every step seems wrong.
Too stuborn to admitt defeat so I must go on.

I will keep trying, even if it takes my last breath.
Every ounce of energy I will use to win this fight.




written sometime at the end of 2001 or the middle of 2002