This Is My Story

I’ll never be sorry for being real
I would stay strong, and fight my storm
I’ll watch the pain break me till it dies
I’ll grind till my heart turns to steel.

People would speak ill, only to steal
They’d please you, only to deform
They’d flap angel’s wings, but all are lies
They would crawl only to appeal

Missed the point, also lost all the zeal
The worst ailment is to conform
It drags deep into darkness, be wise
With my head i will hold my wheel

I’ll never be sorry for being real
I would stay strong, and fight my storm
I’ll watch the pain break me till it dies
I’ll grind till my heart turns to steel.

Victor Oyedele