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Me- 1? Life- 0!


What am I doing,

where am i going,

I am just following,

not even knowing,

 

Empty promises made

and no one comes to my aid,

I just lay there slaid

accepting the fact that I’ve been plaid.

 

Life is unfair

no time to stop, and no time to stare,

sometimes unable to bare,

I get down and say a prayer.

 

I look across the land,

so full of life, all I can do is stand

on the outside looking grand

with my inside looking bland,

 

He tells me to feel the light of the sun,

I ask if that is a pun,

all I want to do is run,

I am not having any fun.

 

All of my thoughts remain blurry,

like a large snow flurry

my brain is just a slurry,

I want to scurry,

 

I let out a groan,

it’s the unpleasant feeling of being alone,

it shakes me all the way to the bone,

this is not a feeling of my own.


 

I am aware of this place

with so little space,

it stares me in the face

wanting me to give it grace,

 

But the thought never crosses my mind,

so I leave it there blind,

because without me it will find,

by leaving, I was only being kind.

 

I feel the cold frost,

and I feel lost,

like I’ve been tossed,

but, at what cost?

 

I go on everyday

not completely knowing what to say,

but I want to stay

far, far away.

 

Now the bad has come out,

and I am full of doubt,

but I will not pout,

I will scream and shout.

 

Nothing will keep me down,

I will no longer frown,

I will not look like a clown

but like someone who wears a crown.

 

When I feel like ice

and as small as mice,

no matter the price,

I will feel nice.

 

So what am I doing,

where am I going,

my fire is showing

me a new path, that is glowing.

 

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