Release the eelhead!

The fallen, I am surrounded by them; I have, at times, become one of them. They are the ones who have given up and flow along with nothing to achieve, nothing to accomplish. They flood around me and in me, keeping me from rising, whether it is my internal demons or those around me. This is not my course, my path, I know this and feel this. They cannot and will not hold me physically or mentally, restrained to sorrow and sadness. Clawing until my fingers blood, until my mind is exhausted, I will not become one of them. My destiny will not allow this; my dreams still come, showing me what I can and must become. I am a stranger to the place around me, constantly surrounded by the fallen. Those ones that care for nothing, no one, only themselves. They will claw at you, pulling at you, slowing your attempts to overcome, but there is still some hope. There are a select few who are genuine, who will pull you up by the arms from the trampling masses of the fallen and their clawing grips. The...