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How do you feel, I am asked. What is it that started this thing? It’s been with me too long, For me to be able to say anything About the way I feel deep inside, Where all the bad thoughts hide and gather There, to poison my system With their incessant chattering. Deep inside me is a well, A well of indescribable emptiness and longing, Full of fear and jealousy and anger At myself, for the lost chances, For the ‘should have’s, and the ought to’s’. And the ‘I don’t know what else’ Is hiding in there, Waiting to come out. I am alone in this world There is no one but me To help myself, When the pain gets too much to bear, The emotional pain I suffer, Seeing people the wrong way, Misunderstanding the way someone looks Or says something, Takes a lot of time and practice. |
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