Thoughts like daggers
Spinning in my mind
Toward the bullseye
Of the strength I cannot find
Never miss a mark
When the champion steps in
The one who holds the truth
That hides beneath the skin
Nowhere to run
When the mark has been set
Nowhere to hide
When the enemy is met
The walls closing in
No exit or reprieve
No way to get out of it
No one left to deceive
The dagger in hand
Prepped for the throw
No way to stop it
Too late to let go
The blade goes spinning
Thoughts, the knives of fear
I look up and see
The champion in the mirror
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