Reality

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Harsh as can be, 

Real talk between you and me.

Hate is the fad,

Good being belittled by bad.

Cussing is now the norm,

Frustration, a brewing storm.

Death laminated in my mind,

Can't distinguish cruel from kind.

Tossing, turning, unable to sleep

Staying awake, counting sheep.

Waking up but I don't know why,

Confused as I gaze at the sky.

A friend one day, an enemy the next,

I never got a memo, not even a text.

Days pass and become a week,

Secrets untold in fear of a leak.

Good times depart too fast,

Relationships never seem to last.

Life is a mystery, one some never solve

People change, seem to evolve.

No one's around to tell you, " Be strong!",

Yet, they're always there to tell you you're wrong.

Happiness.........I wonder what it's about,

It's one of those secrets, I'm trying to find out.

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