21 February 2014

To my Bully:

I won’t be getting used to you,
I can’t make you go away.
I wish that it was possible,
But you are chronic pain.
You taunt me with old memories,
Of days before RA.
Since you stole all my spontaneous,
And beat up urge to play,
I won’t back down to you –
Because I’ll fight for each good day.

(insert vicious lion roar here)