Melancholy Shore
There's barbed wire wrapped,
Around my soul.
Like puppet strings,
That others pull.
I march to the beat,
Of my family's drum.
And fear for my sanity,
Which I know is gone.
I keep a straight face,
But inside is war,
I'm a prisoner trapped,
On this melancholy shore.
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