I give up.

I give up you win.

Beat me down on the inside.
I feel like a can slammed against a wall just to get what is stuck on the inside can walls out.
Slam!
Slam!
Slam! What else is there? There is nothing left. You won….leave and let me be.

Leave and let me be……

By a piece of scotch tape, hangs perception.

So my words may not be shined upon and I am content because of it for if I was to make you honored, revered, and cast a light upon thee then my work of putting those words together would be unappreciated and associated with the elements of double sided tape and the frame for which they are housed. Revel in your feats, I will not shine the light upon them or degrade my words to hold your accomplishments in honor.