Fighting (Gargleblaster #158)

I am

misunderstood.

I am

afraid.

I am

helpless.

I want to make a

difference;

I want to

survive.

To thrive, my soul seeks

peace;

to be heard.

I need to

believe.

Mostly, I am fighting because

I know no other way.

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This is my 42-word Gargleblaster challenge, which was to answer the following question:  “Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?” (from Gabriel García Márquez in One Hundred Years of Solitude.)  The challenge is open to everyone, but you have to link fast.  The linking grid opens up at Midnight and is open for 24 hours, or until 42 responses are submitted (whichever comes first.)

This week, my inspiration came from a couple places:  I started thinking like cat after watching a few episodes of My Cat From Hell (Jackson Galaxy is great!) but then, my thoughts turned to The Diary of Anne Frank, which I watched last night.  Despite what my heart wanted, I knew the tragic ending, but I went on the journey anyway.  Sometimes humanity makes me so sad.