The strength within me which is not
My hands have been wrung and wrought
I am so weak
My inner self is timid and meek
I fought and fought
But all the fighting is for naught
The chaos within me is what I seek
Of deceits and falsehoods, I reek
For they make me strong
Even if I know that I am wrong
The easy path is so daring
I have not strength, I’m tired of caring
Yet within me there sings a song
That taunts me and makes my days seem too long
In front of my face, it is hope they dangle
So close, so far, give me someone to strangle
I’m striving, I reach, I miss
My ears are filled with the booing hiss
With that singing I want to wrangle
Their eyes are set at a certain angle
Excuse me, pardon me, I hate you, young miss
I have what you don’t, look at this!
Oh, the taunts and teases
They are never ending, it never ceases
Yet in my mind there is a glimmer of hope
I try to catch it, but it’s as slippery as soap
My brain, my retreat, all the wrinkles and creases
My empathy, I must pick up the bits and pieces
Peace is nigh impossible
Happiness is quite improbable
Not easy, but I pick the hard road
The difficulties I must abode
Along this path, I will hobble
The quiver in my voice, the wobble
Don't be wary, that’s my self-pity mode
Thank you to words, it is to them, my life is owed
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