I'm fighting,
Fighting to fit in,
To not give in to this world of consumerism,
To not feel the need to live up to the ideals of others.
I'm fighting,
Fighting the urge to settle in,
To give up on my freedom,
To fall in line with the rat race again.
I'm fighting,
Fighting to maintain self worth,
In a world were self worth is measured by the car you drive,
Or the house you live in.
I'm fighting,
Fighting to keep the joy of self alive,
In a world where people no longer value authenticity,
I'm fighting to keep an authentic me.
I'm fighting,
Fighting to keep my gentle being safe,
Safe from a world where I feel misplaced,
Betrayed.
I'm fighting,
Fighting my reflection,
In a world that warps perception,
Demands unrealistic perfection.
I'm fighting,
Fighting judgement,
For not having a ring, or a plan,
Or a purpose.
I'm fighting,
Fighting to set boundaries,
Fighting to relieve myself of the guilt,
Of walking away from a responsibility that was forced on me.
I'm fighting,
Not struggling,
Not striving,
LIVING!
