We become what we fight.

Sometimes I'm the system,
The system of survival of the fittest.
Sometimes I'm lies,
Filled with every venomous drop of veracity.
Sometimes I'm anxiety,
And a fear of loss and insecurity.
Sometimes I'm the army,
Of mighty men who never say never.
Sometimes I'm ice cold,
Ungrateful and shrewd as a pest.
Sometimes I'm vagueness,
Fluid and fragmented.
Sometimes I'm a belief,
As strong and outdated as religion.
Sometimes I'm a morning,
Assumptuous that everyone needs sunshine.
Sometimes I'm all of you,
Camouflaged in canopies of myriad identities.
Sometimes I'm me,
We become what we fight.