A War

Staring out at the outdoors

Raindrops falling, pitter patter

I can sense a war

It really doesn't flatter

There's a war inside

Battling all the time

I just want to push it aside

It keeps escalating, making a climb

What am I suppose to do?

Fight it?

I don't think so, would you?

I really don't have that kind of grit.