I had to fight and claw my way back, until strength once again became mine.
You hid in cover behind another; you refused to confront me face to face.
Yet I'm supposed to keep quiet and be sure to stay in my 'proper place.'
The battle lines have been drawn, and you're the one holding the pen.
I will take the high road, yet that doesn't mean that you win.
Everything said in the dark will eventually come to light.
Your words will turn on you; you will lose this fight.
I know who I am, and I do not care what you think.
I am rising now, and I will watch you sink.