Bring It
You can take everything that’s been taken away from me: My grades, my friends, my family, my future, my passion, my work ethic, my motivation, and my health; you can take it and you can try to crush me. You can try to hurt me with it. You can try to end it all. But you won’t. You can try your hardest, but you’ll never take the thing you want the most: my spirit.
I’ll never give up. You think the fact that I’ve got an arachnoid cyst in my brain’s going to stop me? Do you think that letting my father leave me with my brother (and then coming back) will break me? Do you think that the fact that I went from being an honors student to being on the brink of academic probation will end it all? Do you really think that?
You’re wrong, terribly wrong. You’ll never stop me. All of this will make me work harder. There’s obviously some plan in all of this; coincidence doesn’t throw all of these events into one year, and doesn’t throw all it’s got at me over a two-week period.
You think the fact that I’m not a “normal” teenager gets me upset. You think the fact that I don’t do drugs or alcohol and never will makes me mad because I’m not “cool” like my friends. You think my imperfections will stop me. Well, you’re horribly, horribly wrong.
I don’t care that I’m not somebody else. Sure, I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, and I’ve cried. But that doesn’t matter anymore. My failures will not devour my heart any longer.
So here’s my response to you: bring it. Give me all you’ve got. Try your hardest. You won’t stop me. Nothing ever has, and nothing ever will. I won’t let you.
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