Poems Of The Third Order

The Fighter

I've been criticized

For not meeting their taste

I've been torn up

For not being what they wanted

I've been chewed up

By the popular wolves

I've been spit out

By those I thought were friends

I've stood tall

Only to take a bad fall

I've held my head high

Just to get it knocked down in a blink of an eye

I've fought all

And lost most

I've stood up

Then been made to sit down

I will fight till the end

Even if I lose

That's just the spirit bestowed in me

To stand on my own

Even when others lean

To stand and fight

for the things I find right

For that is my way

To fight the big fight

Till the day I die