People often ask me
how I ever stood my ground,
when trouble just surrounds me
and people push me down.

I say to them (with tongue in cheek)
I'm sure my work's not done.
I may have fought the battle,
But the war is not yet won.

I will always manage
to hold my head up high.
(Even though that enables them
to better see me cry.)

Mary Nagy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-battle/