My life is a tiny room
Filled with monsters and lies,
Violent fights and tempting triggers.
The floor is the sun's surface;
I can only keep my feet
By stepping on the monsters beneath me.
They try to pull me to the floor,
Beat me, bruise me, battery, battery,
But I refuse to fall down!
Your ruthlessness makes me laugh.
Keep trying, I swear
It only makes me stronger.
When I reach the top,
All else will tumble and crumble,
And I will claim my victory.
It was your fault
You didn't believe me
That I would never, ever, fall down.
It was your choice
To learn it this way,
But I will never, ever, be sorry.
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