Battered

I breathe

But the intoxicating scents that I am inhaling against my will punish me with sickness

Lies and doctrines thrown at my face and spilt in my food

I am battling against an unknown enemy

And I take the blows as if I deserve them

These things make me weak, they make me fear everything

Too lazy to die, I am usually surrendering with much dignity

Expecting a prize when I never even valued myself

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Great write, and should be read aloud, for nation after nation... I can help you arrange that if you need ;)