Self-Rival

Lies on me a mark I made,

I was too low and cut myself with a blade.

To punish myself for being a mess,

This is my testament; I must confess.

Seeing these scars left on me,

I realize there’s no place I can be free.

I feel guilty inside for leaving this token,

Now I find myself broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see,

I fought the storm in a small marquee.

So now I ask myself to stand and fight,

To show the demons they're not doing right.

I fought the battle of good versus bad,

I am still alive and is no longer sad.

Here on me lies a mark of survival,

I conquered my fate and beat my self-rival.