Two components symbolic of one,
With anger and sadness comes darkness,
Somewhere along the way I lost my sun
My war is a thief of live,
Of happiness and hope,
My war is a criminal of innocence,
My war is something that makes me have to cope
My war is the battles from within,
The ones I can no longer fight,
It is the people that think they are helping when they say
Everything will be alright
War is the battles I face everyday,
The families I can no longer look in the eye
The people that hurt me in the most unforgivable ways,
I hate having a forever internal cry
It is the ongoing battles
That I know I cannot win,
It is the anger and sadness
I feel from way deep within
My war consists of people
That perhaps I should have never known,
These very same people
That should have been the ones to make me grown
My war taught me independence,
You don't need someone to be there for you,
They all left you in disappointment,
So you taught yourself
You care for you
My war is like the caged bird that sings,
A melody that starts from deep within,
Eventually the song has got to end,
So I quit ahead and just give in
My war is a substance,
Consisting of fire and ice
Another poet once said
That indeed both would suffice
Two opposite extremes,
Yet containing the same tragic ending,
Every war, As does mine
Goes to show nothing, except for that--
The very ending.