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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