FAITH

It gets to the better of me,sometimes.
My bitter pill insists in putting me in a box and shape me into something I refuse to be molded out.
I don’t question the experts as to what my response over the agressions
I’ve been getting.
I have the answers and I have the right response required of me.

But, I realized now…no one can really guard me. I can only take refuge to something they can’t knock out…MY FAITH.

I’m curious, do they take time to wonder if they have it (Faith), apart from giving so much time defaming me…? And maybe put it around their neck close to their heart.