My soul is a ball of fire .
My heart is broken glass .
My words are bows which might cause pain .
Each part of me is a weapon.
Each second of my life is a fight .
Each day I have a choice of weather or not to stand for the right.
What shall I chose ,
I don't have to but I want to .
I shall fight endless wars if that is what it takes ,
To make this world a better place .
Tears are scars on my face ,
Scars of lost fights
Mistakes are a mentor ,
They teach me what not to do .
Every time I fall ,
I stand up .
For I am determined to make a change .
And to do so I must be the change .
All of my weapons reflect my thoughts.
They assist me in channeling all my rage .
Today I stand tall ,
In my hand I hold the glowing ball .
It has all my anger and I stand here ready to bring it out .
With the tip of my pen ,
I write each word ,
Everytime making another history.
And seeking for yet another story staged ,
To bring out the truth of yet another mystery.

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