I do not bow to the weight of my shoulders

I still stand tall
Despite all
I choose to be bold
And not to be bored
They may have me
Like I am their whore
But no!
I don't bow
to the weight of my shoulders.
They may enslave me,
They may use me,
They may abuse me
Riding me endlessly till I black out
Still,I do not bow
to the weight of my shoulders.
I know my home
I know where I belong
Do not give up on me
Do not neglect me
Don't lose me to them,
Don't set me into flames
I know where I belong
So I do not bow
It may be dark today
I may not shine today
But still,I stand tall.
Do not hide your pain,
Do not down your pen,
Let them ride,
But don't let them water your spirit down.
We know who we are!
We do not bow to the weight of our shoulders.

©Titto Mutny