Tap Out

it isn't fair.

all I've ever asked for
is quiet
dim lighting
simple flavors
a couple good friends
maybe something of a family

the only thing
I've ever wanted
is peace

but every day
(surrounded by garrish noise,
all these colors crammed together,
all this bitter, scalding shit I'm forced to swallow,
all these people I'm supposed to want to impress,
everything adding up to an audience,
betting against me,
waiting for me to tap out)
I wake up fighting.

I am not a fighter
I am tired
and it isn't fair

but
tapping out...
I am no coward,
and I know a few people
who bet on me
so

I fight.