Coiled

All I have is cruelty some days. All I have is the delicate touch of someone who can manipulate a situation to suit his needs. Yet guilt rules me, anger dictates my actions. But even those things are fading. There are years to come now I can see that I have more of my life ahead then behind. Ya know unless an asteroid crashes into the earth, I have sudden brain aneurysm, or a sudden act of violence.
And how would I like to spend that life? Going for what I want, or letting my guilt, and sorrow ruin all the potential I have? Die on your feet, or die laying down? My mother always says that my brother Nigel is a fighter. And sure enough he is sometimes to his detriment. But I'm a fighter too, I've been fighting the box humanity wants to stuff me into. I just want to be me, not bury myself in misery.