I’m not a warrior, I am a worrier
Two ends of the spectrum
But very easy to confuse.
My mind is infected with negative thoughts.
The possibilities wear me down.
I fight with all my might to reduce the likelihood of a misfortunate event.
I force every breath out of my system to conquer the day.
I’m tired.
I’m not a worrier, I am a warrior
One is mental, the other physical
But very easy to confuse.
Every opponent waiting patiently in line to dismantle me.
I dwell on the strength that I lack.
I cry at every loss I have to accept and resent the scars that permanently mark my body.
I’m tired.
Exhaustion travels through my mind
Oozing into my blood cells.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Maybe I’m neither. Maybe I’m just a living corpse.
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