Anxiety over shadows the life I should have
My dreams became fence posts to keep the anguish away.
How can I face a tomorrow when I cannot make myself free?
Am I am just a vessel with no apparent reason for existing?
In my mind I have lived a slave’s life
Slave to the desire to love, beloved, and kept in love.
Like a ruler of a thousand kingdoms
With none who really want me to be
I tried on
I must
Not sure why
But if there is a slight chance I may matter to one,
I will let that lead me to hope again.
MwsR ❤️
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