"...no"
A quiet whisper at all the other whispers
Putting up with the little things
Continuing to walk despite the blisters

"..no"
A barely audible spear
Barely scratching any surface
Crying out to steal a tear

"no"
Flat and plain rejection
Brushing away the unwanted
Feeling the spread of the infection


"No!"
Fending off with a swipe of the arm
Pushing back
Resisting surrenders charm


"NO!"
A heart freezing scream
Shredding vocal cords and smashing ears
Roars that rip one from their own dream

Collapse?
Let it win?
Know what this enemy is?
Even remember how it started?
Understand this fight?

Are these states of mind unique to me?
Should i get so worked up over it all?
Does it any of it matter?
Are we alone in these struggles?