Rebels

I don't know what's wrong with me.
Second guessing all that I see.
Trying to abide to everyone's needs.
Letting this freak of nature try to control me.

I'm losing it here.
The fight with my mind.
Gotta build up those walls.
Have to bottle up my insides.
Set loose to the rain
Let the Storm Rage
Until there's nothing left
But the blood on my chest.

Let the delinquents run
Let them reign free.
Watch all the chaos
Tear through the breeze.

The suns not here yet
The time is still ours
And as long as we have it
They can't control us

As we fight for the weak of hearts
We fight for the weak of minds
Leaving is not an option
As long as we're going fine

We have to stand past the test
No we won't give it up yet
Not till the rain is gone.
We have to keep holding on

This poem is about: 
Our world

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