An UnderDog Warrior is What I am, However Strong & Tall is How I Stand, but the things I see & the way I Live, oh to be normal, what I wouldn’t Give.
The way they look at me, & The way They stare, Why do I have to live this way? It just isn’t Fair.
The warrior I Am, The Warrior I Am meant to be, is not the same person in the mirror staring Back at me, But As I continue to fall, somehow I can still Arise.
My Soul won’t let me Quit, With this Epileptic Warrior Standing By.
I feel so Alone, and A Problem that’s just Lurking, even more than that, I feel like such A Burden.
To My family
& To My friends, who said they want to be there till the Very End.
Who am I meant to Truly be? am I meant to be Afraid? Or this Epileptic Warrior staring back at me.
