It rhymes

my many enemies

all hide inside of me

the externals got nothing

on my doubts and self-loathing

I could be a cliff diver

under my low self-esteem

battling windmills

like pigeons in gale force winds

I fight I exercise and I read

sometimes all for nothing

just when things look

the most bleak

you give me a call

and suddenly

I’m standing

seven feet tall in heels

Bugolgi Apparatus