fight it Poem, by NinjaGirl, at My poetic side

I push it down further

trying to forget it all

the more I do the more it fights

but if I let it go it will get me

so i push it down under

try to drown it out

but i fear it will come back to life

because it does every time

but i do the same thing again

isnt that insanity?

expecting it to die?

or is it just wishful thinking

praying it wont come back

I fight it and i fight it

but it gets so strong and escapes

forcing me to remember

all that i dont want to.

fight it