In the shadowed arena of self-doubt, Where echoes of doubt and whispers shout, I wield my sword against unseen foes, Defending my name as the tempest grows. The circle spins, a carousel of strife, Where love’s absence cuts like a jagged knife. Childish games they play, their laughter cruel, Yet I stand firm, a lone warrior in this duel.
“The Battle Within”
“The Battle Within”
“The Battle Within”
In the shadowed arena of self-doubt, Where echoes of doubt and whispers shout, I wield my sword against unseen foes, Defending my name as the tempest grows. The circle spins, a carousel of strife, Where love’s absence cuts like a jagged knife. Childish games they play, their laughter cruel, Yet I stand firm, a lone warrior in this duel.