Another Night

Another night, another set of worthless words.
As is the life I’ve found.
This is getting old and tiresome.
I am a strong one 
A natural fighter.
I have
The materials to build a kingdom 
The knowledge to build a garden.
The heart to be a leader.

All I really need is the button pushing from my ghost.

This poem is about: 
Me

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