My heart's concaved with pain. My soul, baffled with shame. To say that I'm insecure is as accurate as concluding I'm insane. But, following this precedence, I have to face the consequence. I feel trapped.................... If this was a pasture I'd just jump the barbed wire fence.

No status quo, no reasons to lie low. I don't have to impress people with the paths that I've chose. I can be who I wanna be even if each part of me is a lil f**ked up and distorted, that's just my destiny. I'll embrace it. Stand in the mirror and face it. Sometimes it'll be the flavor of defeat, but at least I'll taste it.

I bite my lip, pull myself back up again. Then I'll stand tall, head high, back straight and face the wind. 

Giants. Muscular masses of talent and brawn, they put their pads and helmets on. On cool fall nights, beneath the lights, these men, these gods, begin to fight. A game, they call it, but where's the fun in bleeding and breaking them one by one? Though, to the people in the bleachers, these men aren't men, they're mighty creatures.