Dry Erase

i fight everything,
myself mostly,
it's in my nature
i fight my way across the rip tide,
i fight my words
it's all i can do
vulnerability scares me,
do you not all understand?
i am what is left of a dying breed
balance
we will all fall into ourselves
let the loathing commence!
someone once said to always be ready,
stand at attention and expect the worse,
maybe hope for the best
lately, i'm wondering what the hell is going on?
am i becoming soft?
probably.