Grown
many experience pain
many experience agony
many of us stay sane
but some turn to insanity.
while i stand in admiration
of your trust in others
I'd need a better relation
like that of lovers.
my sense of feeling is oppressed
while you stand elated
maybe I'm in need of rest
of maybe I've been deflated.
many a time i believe in this
and many a time i don't
depression was like a silent hiss
while happiness became a groan.
i began to see light
and i began to feel
i put up a fight
and saw what was real.
so much in this world is to be loved
and so many people here
if everybody continued to rush
you'd hold no one dear.
in the end you've nothing to fear
everyone you love is near.
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