Every time you pushed me back
I changed my path
Every time you kicked me down
I couldn't help but drown
Every time you stabbed my chest
I touched my bruises and wept
Let's now do this in my new ways
Now every time you try to push me back
I will come back running on the same track
As fast as I possibly can
Now every time you try to kick me down
I will climb up higher than from the ground
And will earn the crown
Now every time you try to stab my chest
The dagger I will eject
And with the mark, be the best
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
