Drowning all the way down.

I did build up walls,

secured myself in a world of my own,

but still those waves hit me,

drowning me all the way down.

A hand that came from somewhere, 

shook my faith in myself to the bone,

the hand went away,

but the aftermath made me drown. 

A constant struggle, a ferocious war,

going on with and against myself,

making me hate what I am,

just because I was being myself. 

A small crime, to be what I am,

made me an object of loathe,

made me drown in waves of depression, 

but, then I made an oath.

No one must be my boundary, 

no one should be the brutal judge, 

who will make me drown again,

their oppression won't make me budge.

I rose from the waves,

winning against a weaker me,

let's see if they win now,

if they can define me.

P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.