Am I a good person?
They say it’s possible.
No I don’t feel so.
My thoughts are riotous and horrible.
If you knew what went on in here, you’d scream in terror.
Am I broken?
Some would say so.
So do I.
Cracked and misused early on; I genuinely stood no chance.
If the damage were to show on my face, children would run and cry.
Am I fixable?
It’s been offered.
I won’t change my personality to suit another.
Dark thoughts aside, I get along just fine.
Am I able to go on like this?
I’m told I can’t.
But I do.
Every day is another that I rule.
I didn’t give up when life wasn’t worth it, I’m sure not going to now.
Am I a fighter?
Hell yes, and always will be.
Even if this mutilated life is all I have, it’s mine.
This is it.
I got this. I deserve this. I choose this.
I am a warrior!
Picture is of palazzo massimo alle terme.