Every time I feel joy in my heart someone or something comes to destroy it
Demons come with their greedy hands and snatch away joy
They twist my thoughts and destroy my worth
Like a constant battle

I have won this fight many times in the past but often I fear I will not
I have used many weapons to defeat these demonic warriors
But their fight is relentless
And their ways are the most cruel

I have built armour out of the ash they left
I hold my sword of faith in shaking hands
My shield of dreams and goals at my chest
But I still know I will never be safe

They shoot their arrows aflame with manipulation
Bullets of degrading thoughts
Weapons of mass worthlessness
A ruthless army with unlimited ammunition

But this soldier will triumph
I will rise out of the rubble and destruction
With a fire burning in my heart
And a spirit in my soul

With scars and a stitched together heart
I stand tall with eyes locked on the enemy
Though every inch of my being quivers with fear
I look into the piercing ebony of the enemy’s pupils

I walk away from the battlefield
Dusting the dirt and soot from my skin
Blue eyes shining amongst the dark
A twisted grin upon light skin

Now I am the one who triumphs
I am the victor in this constant war
My confidence like a tilted crown upon my skull
I am victorious at last