Why do I fall down to my weaknesses every time,
Why does all those fear surmount the way to failure,
Why do I keep looking over my shoulder to look if you’re there,
Why, can’t I beat this monster inside me and move the fuck on.

Why do your memories keep reminding me of my defeat,
Why do your face keeps resurfacing around in disgrace,
Why is my fears and failure are still shadows poking my ribs,
Why does all these cribs I go to, are dark and broken.

I’m choking in my decisions of the past,
While, I’m knocking out my inner demons,
I pull the leash and tame the animal,
But this animal keep growing stronger than me.

My demons, my desires,
They reside in the wild fire within my heart,
While I thwart every bit of pain and pleasure,
Running after my dreams to get the treasure.

This is the ring I fight in,
In the mirror there’s me,
Out here is me,
My armour is my strength, and my weakness too.

While I wear my gloves,
Fear and demons implores,
They stand tall and wild in the mirror,
While I hold on to my dreams, and knock them off.

The blood creeps out,
Here I stand weaken and stout,
My inner demons and devils groan wild and proud,
I hold on to my ground.

This is the everyday fight,
Here, my passions ignite,
I burn with anger and hatred bright,
Looking at tall monster within me, even if they’re stronger,
I fight.
© Ashraf Shaikh