A poem about: Your words up on the wall as you're…

Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fallAnd the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been calledI stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the timeWhen I show you what it's like to be words spit in a micThey say, "Pray it away"But I swear, I'll never be a saint, no wayA chair in the corner is a place I'll stayI shake, and I think about the powers at playThe powers at play (impossible to wake up)Kid in the dark that was doomed from the startAnd the child in the basement, face to the pavementOh, what a statement, love is embracementLove is a constant, love is a basisHe cannot be, she cannot be, they cannot be changedKeep on prayingGoodbyeOh, the miseryEverybody wants to be my enemySpare the sympathyEverybody wants to be my enemy

In the dim-lit halls where whispers creep,
Your words, etched on the wall, run deep,
Waiting for my stumble, my fall to greet,
But fear not, for I'll rise with steady feet.

Their laughter echoes through the night,
Names hurled sharp, igniting the fight,
I gather these stones, building might,
For when I speak, they'll see the light.

They urge to pray and seal my fate,
Yet I defy, refuse to placate,
In a cornered chair, I cultivate,
Shaking, pondering powers innate.

Once a child, shadowed and confined,
Now a voice unbound, no longer blind,
Love, the anchor, in heart and mind,
Constant truth, that I have defined.

Let them wish for my demise,
But sympathy's guise won’t disguise,
I stand tall, despite their cries,
The misery molds the one who defies.

Farewell, ambition free,
For everyone seeks to be my enemy.

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In the dim-lit halls where whispers creep, Your words, etched on the wall, run deep, Waiting for my stumble, my fall to greet, But fear not, for I'll rise with steady feet. Their laughter echoes through the night, Names hurled sharp, igniting the fight, I gather these stones, building might, For when I speak, they'll see the light. They urge to pray and seal my fate, Yet I defy, refuse to placate, In a cornered chair, I cultivate, Shaking, pondering powers innate. Once a child, shadowed and confined, Now a voice unbound, no longer blind, Love, the anchor, in heart and mind, Constant truth, that I have defined. Let them wish for my demise, But sympathy's guise won’t disguise, I stand tall, despite their cries, The misery molds the one who defies. Farewell, ambition free, For everyone seeks to be my enemy.