I am weird and I'm a creep.
Many secrets I can keep.
Call me distant, call me scary.
Plenty of pain, I can carry.

Beat me, mock me, make me bleed.
On your hatred I will feed.
Kick me, hit me, make a joke.
In a fire you will choke.

Throw me down to freezing ice, throw me among feral mice.
I won't even close my eyes, I won't stay there, I will rise.

Throw me down to chilling cold, where the Satan's monsters mold.
Will like mine is made from gold, many burdens it can hold.


I will struggle through the pain,
through the mountains, storms and rain.
You can't make me fall and stay.
I will always find a way.


-Joseph P.