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
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