Revelations To Myself.

I be it not of the type that you can break
I be it not of the kind that you can weaken
I be it not of the ones that you can duplicate
I am of what makes the doubted prevail
I am of what fight until there is death
I am of what with a will makes a way
I do admit that I have failed
I do admit that I have lied
I do admit that I have shattered promises
I be it not of the perfect
I am of what defines perseverance
I do admit that I am me, and only Me.