Poem

Toiling with my emotions

Frantically lost in a storm

Nothing about my life has ever been the norm.

Separating fact and fiction

Endless nights of tortured seasons

Trying just to come up with many reasons.

Why must I be in conflict?

Did I ask for this?

I just know how to exist.

Strange how when things go astray,

You can find yourself standing all alone

Questioning where is your home.

Being a part, but actually falling apart

Fitting in and yet really not fitting

All this can cause your head to start splitting.

You are you whether it’s clear of not

Trying to fit in just the right spot.

Some will finally be whole again

Some will remain broken

The path has already been spoken.

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