The Imagination of the Conqueror

I grew up a little bullied and stunted inside,
My feelings and I always running to hide.
The only happy ending I imagined for me
Was as a new-name hero in the same old story.

Those same old stories finally went on the shelf
When I finally decided to stand up for myself.
Fighting fear, hate and history, and often succeeding,
I conquered others, too, left their ears and egos bleeding.

The process of conquest is seeing more of the world.
Now I want more than just to beat the bad guy or end up with the girl.
Though my drive to be better than others isn't always right or fair
It's part of what makes me a poet: The imagination of the conqueror.