Scrape

I knew it would be difficult,
I am the one who made it so.
I don't regret it.I don't regret who I am.
I only regret what the world,
has turned me into,a maverick,an oddity.
I never blamed them,
as I was caught in the pangs ,
of self-condemnation and ruefulness.
I'm tired,but I can't stop.
I want to,I have to,I need to continue.
I don't want to be remembered,
a quitter,a weak,frustrated person,
who could not cope with the single-most reality,
of life,that many have gone through,
with delight rather than remorse.