No one will understand,

This incredulous mind of mine,

Nor do I,

For it works on its own will,

Swinging me through a

Spectrum of emotions,

Fills me with abrupt joy or remorse,

Addresses me as weak or frail,

As incapable of those feelings,

That others have the opportunity to enjoy,

It presses me on, pushes me,

Crippling my self belief,

And some who have not much to do,

Add burden to it more,

With words like swords,

Sharpened to kill,

And into my heart it goes,

Stealing from me life.

Crumpled, I will fall.

A lifeless corpse,

Of nothingness.

The End

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