Reality Of MY Life

The medics tell I'm not gonna make it because I just can't take it , they give me a  feeling that I can not just shake it.
They tell what to do and how to survive, but I feel my life should not derive just because some pieces of paper decide to be my makers.
Why should I listen to them, when all they do it make me cough flem.
They tell me I'm mystery and they don't know what wrong. It's always the same song
Instead of looking for the answers the push me aside and the think I will go away if they abide their time.
Well I'm not giving without a fight. I will keep swinging will all my might
If i get pushed down I will spit on their face instead of the ground. They're the one who are pushing me to fall, saying I should giver up all
Telling me I just have bad luck, that basically translates they don't give a f#ck.
They'd rather give a cheap answer and push away, then take the time to look rather then away.
They its the system, that it's not them. Well I can tell you that is full shit.
They are the system that makes it all up, tell me their not, is just  another way of telling me to just shut up
Well you know what i'm not gonna be silent even though I won't get violent. Doesn't mean I don't feel pain for the way they play my life as if it's a game.
Just because I'm young doesn't make naive, I wiser  then most people you treat me.
I have seen the horrors of this world and I have fought against the terrors that hold us down. I know whats around, but  just because there is darkness doesn't mean that there is not light.
True the light isn't as pure as we may hoped but it doesn't mean there ain't no glow.
We gotta keep that small bit a light alive and nourish it so it may grow in due time.
Sure our battle is hard and we are not gonna get out of it without a few scars.
But we're paving the way for the people of ours, the ones who get pushed away from the star.
We make the a way back to light and that why we need to stand and fight.
So our future brothers and sisters can cross the way making feel like a new highway.
One with less bumps in the road ones where there are no permanent scars to show.
We are the viking of this time pushing  for the power to be healed and not pushed down. We may have to do some shoving to get around.
We become stronger with each step we make , even if they feel hard to take.
We will make it through because we always do. Some of feel like we may fall and sometimes it feels like we have lost it all.
To our fallen friends who didn't make it through, I want you to know we love and remember you.
We pick up your fallen flag and take it to our banner. Sew it on for all to see you are one of us and will always be.
You fallen lives will not be for nothing as long as we keep fighting for this, it will be something
So hold up your heads my brother and sisters and we will stand against those who are sinister.
We will hold each others hand as we go in and fight. We will win this battle if we use you might.