When you feel
like giving up,
beaten and bruised.

The blood trickling
down your face,
marred and scarred.

When you feel
this is the end,
losing your will.

Get up!
O’ kindred
soul.

Get up!
Don’t bow
down.

For when all
is against you,
you’re the strongest.

Amid the taunts
the names,
the labels.

“Stupid!
Idiot!”
They scream.

“Clueless!
Worthless!”
They spit out.

Like venom
they vomit,
toxic normality.

Rise above it,
drown their words
with conviction.

For I believe
in you my friend,
until the end.